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| 2012-05-11 22:52 |
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They've been fucking us over since they showed up here. Worming their way into our heads, messing with our families, taking away our school, our rights, our freedom. They haven't even been subtle about it, and yet they expect us to sit back and take it, to close our eyes and just let them fuck with everyone and everything we hold dear.
Why?
Because to them, we - we, the people, we, the superpowered, we, the different - are nothing but a commodity. To them, we are something to be weaponized, not agents, but objects. To put it in words of one syllable, to them, we are not human. We are not citizens. We are not even slaves. We are less than three-fifths of a man, we are less than a fraction of a vote, we are not even soldiers, we are weapons. We are the new generation of nukes, and they are training us for that.
Don't believe me? That's your own choice. But believe this; since they arrived, everything has changed. People have disappeared. People have died. This town is sinking into fear and injustice, led by the bastards who call themselves our government. But America is supposed to be governed by the people, for the people, and I'm going to say this once and once only, because I'll never have the chance to say it again: if we don't take a stand, if we don't rage and fight and die in the cause of our freedoms, we admit what they already believe. We admit that we are not their people. We admit that we are not human, because if we do not stand and fight, if we let ourselves slide into a weaponized, mass-produced government state in this town, if we are too afraid to stand out and scream as loud as we can, fight tooth and nail for every right we claw back from them, stand up to them and shout that this is not right... if we cannot do that, then we have no right to call ourselves human. We certainly have no right to call ourselves American.
Our youth isn't an excuse. Yes, we are young. Yes, we are untrained. Yes, we are children, we are weak, we are a small force against many. But the fact is, if we don't fight, nobody will. Nobody will believe what they are doing to us here in little Lima. Nobody will come to save us. Nobody will even believe that we exist.
By the time any of you read this, I will be dead. I'm not asking any of you to do the same; I don't want more blood than necessary. But make no mistake, blood is necessary. We need to rage, rage, against the dying of the light, step up to the plate, and even if we go down, we need to go down fighting. I'd rather die a fighter than live a coward, live a loser, live a subhuman existence as the weapon and slave of a petty government too afraid to act out in the open.
But I don't want to die for nothing. I know none of you give two shits about my life, and why would you? But if you give two shits about your own lives, the lives of your loved ones... if you care about freedom... if you have ever for one moment looked outside your own comfortable existence and seen everything our ancestors fought and died for being wicked away from us... If any of that is true of you, then let my death be a symbol. If you can find the courage, then stand up and fight with everything you have. If not, then they're right. You are less than human.
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| 2012-03-10 11:23 |
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I needed a distraction, so I've been working through every Leonard Cohen album I own. Plus Old Ideas, which showed up in the post while I was in hospital and I'm only getting to now. And, fucking hell, it's good. But his old stuff's still better.
Case in point:
And while listening to Story of Isaac, I couldn't help thinking "holy fuck, Cohen knows what he's talking about."
When it all comes down to dust, I will kill you if I must, I will help you if I can
When it all comes down to dust, I will help you if I must, I will kill you if I can
Sound like a familiar sentiment?
In other news, I'm sure you'll all be fucking ecstatic to know I give up. I give up dealing with all this shit. It was bad enough when all I had to deal with was the fucking stupid people around here, but now these fucking creepy bastards are trying to drag me around by the nose, and that is not o-fucking-kay. I'm talking to my parents about going back to homeschooling. Doesn't look like these pricks are around to give us an education as much as an indoctrination anyway. I can't even remember why I went into school in the first place. Then again, there's a lot I can't remember.
And the next person to look in my mind, or talk into it, or generally bypass my fucking mouth and ears, go forewarned; I have HAD it with this bullshit, and I will hunt you down, and you will wake up one night and I'll be in your room with a fucking switchblade. Clear?
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| 2012-02-11 01:21 |
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Fuck. How the hell do I keep ending up in hospitals? Fuck this shit.
And they want me to go back into therapy. I fucking swear, if I have to spend one minute in that fucking stuffy little room with that stupid bitch and her stupid floaty scarves, talking about ~feelings~, I'm trashing the place again and kicking her face in. How many fucking times do I have to tell them before they fucking get it? I don't need therapy.
Like some stupid cow telling me she knows how I feel is going to change a fucking thing. I'm a fucking crazy bitch, that's not changing any time soon.
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| 2012-01-29 02:07 |
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I didn't know people that stupid fucking existed. Guess you really do learn something new every day.
Like that some people find "responsibility for things you say in a public forum" an impossibly difficult concept.
Fucking hell, that's so stupid I'm not even angry at it. Just depressed. Future of the human race, people. Jesus Christ.
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| 2012-01-27 19:30 |
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Jesus fuck, that was a long week. I have a stinking cold and a giant fucking bruise on my face, we could always tell this was going to be great, huh?
Good news is, the gym's back up and running, so I actually have a fucking job again. Bad news is, my wrist's still kind of fucked so I can't really use the gym after my shifts, which was the best bit about the job. Guess that's life.
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| 2012-01-22 00:52 |
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Fuck yeah. Maybe it's the painkillers talking, but I'm in a mood for music.
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| 2012-01-14 02:49 |
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The Mongrel's fixed. So's my wrist, at least enough to write with. Doctors say I shouldn't be back on the bike this soon, with the ribs and all, but they can go fuck themselves, I don't put up with all the shitty teenage drama at school to fail out for non-attendance. So I'm back at school on Monday, and all in all, shit's looking up.
Only downside is, my damn brother's decided to start coming to school to keep an eye on me, oh, I'm sorry, socialise like a normal person. You're not fooling anyone, Dan, I know your game.
Let me just make one thing clear. I'm a bitch, that doesn't mean he is, and if any of you starts shit with him, you're starting shit with me. And I will fucking cut you if that happens. Okay? I fucking mean it.
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| 2012-01-02 00:02 |
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I'm sure you'll all be glad to know I'm not coming back to school straight off, and I just got out of hospital. Sprained wrist, three cracked ribs, and a "severe concussion" because heaven fucking forbid it just be a cut forehead.
Doesn't mean I can't kick your fucking asses, though, so don't start anything. Hell, I've had worse and come up fighting.
Oh, yeah. 2012 is off to a fucking great start.
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| 2011-12-27 19:03 |
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So I took a ride to test out the new leathers Dad gave me for Christmas. Way better than my old ones. Way more expensive, by the look of them, too, which is always nice. Not sure I'd have gone with blue, though.
He got me a new helmet, as well.
Apparently he thinks if he gets me a nice enough helmet, I'll actually wear it. Not sure where he got that idea from, but whatever, it's the thought that counts.
So, hey, if nothing else, I'm seeing this shitty year out in style.
And a merry fucking holiday season to you all.
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| 2011-10-20 11:40 |
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So I'm seventeen. I guess that's cause for celebration. I've survived seventeen years surrounded by idiots and bitches.
Happy birthday to me.
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| 2011-10-12 21:24 |
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I'm starting to wonder if going back to a proper school was worth the shit it brought along with it. I've got a very low bullshit tolerance, and the whole place stinks of it. But I guess there's only so long I can play hookey before it starts to look like failure, so I'll probably be back in class tomorrow. I'm sure you're all fucking overjoyed to hear.
On the plus side, my Mongrel's finally out of the shop, although it took a few trips to ebay for parts and I don't think it'll ever be the same again. So at least I won't have to walk for like an hour on my way back to the madhouse. This doesn't get anyone off the hook for fucking it up in the first place, jsyk. You're still on my blacklist, bitch, and you're not getting off it any time soon.
On the minus side, everything else that's been going on. Like I said, I've got a low bullshit tolerance. So just give it a fucking rest, okay? You know who you are, you lowlife scumbags. Just fucking watch it?
Clear?
Good.
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| 2011-10-01 22:14 |
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So apparently bitching about stupid bitches who can't drive isn't an appropriate introductory post. Says somebody who I unfortunately have to live with and can't escape the constant fucking nagging of.
I guess now's as good a time as any to fix it, since I've got nothing better to do.
Hi, I'm Bethan Milligan, I'm new, I'm from New York, and that's all you need to know about me. Except that if you touch me or my bike - I'm looking at you, bitch, I will not hesitate to kick your ass so hard my foot comes out of the top of your head. Consider this your one and only warning.
Now you. "Hi, I'm _______, and don't worry, I don't want to be friends with you."
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To the owner of the black Dodge Charger with the lights smashed out, please move your car. You're parked on my fucking bike.
You're paying for new mirrors. And if you ever so much as scratch my paintwork again, I swear to God, it'll be more than your headlights I'll smash. Are you fucking high? Can you not see a motherfucking motorcycle five inches away?
And to those of you who don't drive like monkeys who've raided the drugs cabinet, anyone know a decent bike repair place, now the Westerville one's closed down?
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| 2011-09-29 22:09 |
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