So here's the thing - I just read the colossal compendium of Isy's journal entries in its entirety (Twelve pages, yes), amongst which are many incredibly impressive rants. Personally, I rank quality rants somewhere between gratuitous literature and the satires of Jonathan Swift - They're bloody fascinating things. Very healthy, too. Unburdening and all that. So I've decided to write a rant of epic proportions. Be warned, I've been keeping all the nastiness in for a while, and it's festered and mutated and is now a concentrated form of pure rage, so if you know you've pissed me off, it would be better for you not to read this, because right now I couldn't give a flying fuck if I offend you. Not that anyone is actually going to read this anyway.

This isn't going to be in any order or anything. More like *VENT* *RAGE* *simmers down* *gets over it* *remembers something else* RARARARARARARARAARARARARARa.

#1
A whole bunch of people have done things recently to really make me gnash my teeth. Starting off with someone who I will call...Doorknob. Most of you will know that I hate my body, judging by Versailles-ness and so on and so forth. It doesn't help when Doorknobbly people make snide remarks like "I was looking at photos of France the other day..You used to be really skinny." FYI, you complete and utter BITCH, I'm the same fucking size. I know I'm disgusting, but it would be *great* if you could just shut the fuck up about anything remotely connected with my appearance.

#2
Also, to someone who I chose to confide in - Thanks for nothing. I didn't tell anyone about it for months until it started to get serious and I was beginning to scare myself. Why? Because you think that if you tell your friends, you'll either really worry them or they'll think you're making it up for attention, neither of which is a particularly desirable outcome. What actually happened was said "friend"
a) obviously did not give a shit
b) obviously didn't fully comprehend the magnitude of what I was saying >> "Oh..well, I'm underweight, does that mean *I* have the same problem you do?"
ARE YOU A MORON!?
No, you're not, I'm sorry, forget I said anything.

#3
Every time I try to talk to you, you talk about yourself. Incidentally, your advice sucks, and you're never going to be able to help him. Stop acting like everything you say is profoundly meaningful and original. Gah, though I suppose you're only trying to help, in your own misguided way..

#4
There are heaps of people I really like, and would love to be better friends with, but I don't know how to act around them or approach them..Especially some that I've barely interacted with since Year 10.

#5
Nobody on here knows this person, but I'll say it anyway.
I would appreciate it if you could stop checking me out every time you see me. Yes, I'm bigger than you, I hope that makes you feel better with your own insecurities. I'm also much, *much* fitter than you, so stop fucking trying to compete with me. I'm not interested. Yes, he spends more time with me, and I know you're jealous, but maybe that's because you're a shallow twat, and you're a complete bitch to him at home.

#6
I'm sick of waking up and having to be around him all day. Accursed holidays. People should just learn to come to terms with what they've done with their lives. I don't care if they're in the process of making parts of it better, should that be their wish, but if people just sit around going Rarara My life sucks, I'm not thin/attractive/musical/fit/artsy/yadda enough FIX IT. FUCKING FIX IT. Things like that.. Practice, train, make some kind of effort, THEN come to me and whinge. I'm open to whinging. It's situations where you don't have the faintest effing clue where to start fixing things that i'm sympathetic towards.

#7
People who are in love with the idea of being in love. Or people who are in love with people they don't really know. Don't call it love. It's not. It's infatuation, or obsession. AND (OH god, the anger. I'm a maniac. But this REALLY aggravates me) PEOPLE WHO CONSTANTLY MAKE DRAMAS OUT OF PETTY RELATIONSHIPS. You don't really love them anyway, so what's the big deal? Is it impossible for you to make your existence meaningful by yourself? UUghgh. Go fly a kite. Go fly a really really heavy kite made of lead, so when you try to throw it up, the downward momentum makes it crash through the earth's crust and drags you down into a pit of magma in the centre.

#8
You know what you did, and you know why I was angry at you for it. I'm not anymore, but I'm not going to tell you anything personal about myself ever again, should the occasion arise. I also wish I'd been able to stay friends with you, but you made it really hard by refusing to tell me anything meaningful about yourself. *shrugs* People change quickly in Year 9 / 10.

#9
You're awesome, and I wish I'd read those earlier, and I wish we were close enough in person to talk about that kind of stuff. Or talk at all. It's been a while.

#9.5
More on that point up there ^, I find it slightly depressing that I find out more about a person from internet journals than by actually talking to them .

#10
I know I stopped making as much of an effort to be your friend when things started getting more serious on another front, but to be honest, I made more of an effort than you.

#11
If I knew how you really felt, I would like you a lot more. It was much better when I was close to you a couple of years ago, and honestly, I owe you big time for what you did, even though I really disliked you for it at the time. I think that there's someone much more interesting under your "emo" cover. If you let everyone in as much as you let in boys who you like, you'd be better off.

Enough. I'm sure I've already annoyed too many people.