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Once Upon a Time There Was a Girl Named Kimmie

July 14, 2007 on 4:45 pm | In Stuff | Comments Off

Once upon a time, Kimmie was still in school. She’s almost just started Summer Vacation! Anyway, the school year before last, (fifth or fourth grade, I supposed) sucked. Her teacher, Pam Filor, and her classroom aids, Mrs. Barger, Mrs. Groat, and Mrs.Matthews, all did a very good job ruining her life. She made her feel insecure about herself, and she quickly started to hate herself. Her mom has been trying to help her out for a long time now. But Kimmie is a pathetic lame ass loser, and she won’t do anything to try herself. Why, you may ask? Because, as I said, she’s a lame ass loser, and she’s a pathetic wimp who lost all hope before she even went up to bat again after the first strike out.

In other words, because she’s stupid.

Anyway, Kimmie went through fourth grade and passed somehow, even with her crappy attitude.

And so, we continue our story.

Kimmie recently entered seventh grade. There, in the middle of the school year somewhere, she met a boy named John, who is also in her class. Kimmie feel in love with John, but didn’t dare to say so. So she spent the school being ‘just friends’ with him. Sometime in May, John moved down to georgia.

For good.

And now Kimmie will never, ever, ever, ever see him again, because she’s too much of a retard dumbass who can’t even say, ‘I hope you’ll come back next year,’ let alone, ‘I’ll miss you.’ And thus, Kimmie sank into depression.

End of the school year! troubles should be over, right? NOPE! Not for our brave, young, stupid, heroette. Not at all, instead she found something ELSE to worry about. First, it was her repor card, but she already got that, so it’s taken care of. (NOT) No, you see, Kimmie got a 60 or something like that in Gym, and if she remembers correctly, the grade has to be a 65 or higher to pass.

Well, too bad for this moron who’s too pathetic to even (pardon my French) ATTEND FUCKING GYM CLASS!

Is that it? nope, not quite yet, but we’re getting there. Anywho, Kimmie is also worrying about her older sister, Gina, moving away to college. She worried about her sisters saftey and life. Why? Shootings, rape, assault, etc. etc.

After all we all know Kimmie’ a paranoid little loser. So yeah, Gina’s already graduated and NOW, she’s freaking out even more(ow, damnit…). Annoying!

Today, earlier this afternoon actually, Kimmie went off to visit her best friend, Pinnie, Pine, and she even met a new friend, named Tee.

They’re all pine trees, and they’re the only ones Kimmie can trust and rely on with her life. Litterally. I She almost fell out like…twelve million times.

Yeah, going off on a tangent. Anyway, Kimmie made it all the way over to Pinnie, proceeded to shred her hands and arms to ribbons in the process, got comfy, and read for about an hour and a half. Maybe two hours. I She wasn’t counting. After she decided she should head home, because she didn’t want to miss dinner, and didn’t even know what time it was. When she got their, Anyways, before that happen,Â

Kimmie felt guilty and really upset, because she felt it was her fault that Pinnie, Pine, and Tee ended up the way they did. Afterall, if I hadn’t climbed up there in the first place, they probably wouldn’t have had their lower branches chopped off. I could litterally FEEL the hurt emanting off them. But In order to make up for her retarded mistake, Kimmie decided she would climb up them, and give them company for as long as she could and trim their branches a bit. AKA, break off the dead crap. This didn’t make hr fell very much better.

So, after her two or so hours went by, Kimmie went back home, promising to visit Pinnie and the others again tomorrow.

She got home and showed her father the couple of cuts she’d gotten from climbing Pinnie. She still felt angry and upset with herself though. So what did she do?

I went into the kitchen and stole a knife. I tried to cut my arm open with it, but it did work, so I tried a steak knife instead. No such luck. So by now I had a whole crapload of red marks all over my arm from failed attempts to cut my arm. Why the hell was it so HARD anyway? I mean seriously, IT’S A FREAKIN’ STEAK KNIFE! It’s MADE to cut meat! And yet, somehow, itcan cut my thin flesh?

That’s fricken’ ridiculous. Can’t a girl cut herself? Sheesh.

Anyway, so I finally decided upon the bread cutting knife. That did the job nicely. I officially have a two inch long cut on my wrist! WOOT! It’s not bleeding(anymore) but it still felt very nice. And it still does. I enjoyed that. Correction; I NEEDED that. Yay! W\e. -.- Anyways, so my left arm looks ALOT worse that it actually is cause of all the failed attempts….

Wait a minute, I should probably tell you this first:Â The cut that bleed a bit that I made with the bread knife…yeah, I DIDN’T cut myself very deep. It’s actually very shallow. (too bad….*pokes it* ow.) So I’m not like…commiting suicide. I’m just being and emo bitch like I’ve always been and cutting myself a bit.

Next thing you know I’ll be in a mental asylum for crazy, dangerous kids who cut themselves if they can get their hands on sharp stuff.

That also know as a hospital…(no, they’re called Insane Asylums) Oh oh yeah. hehe…I knew that.
Don’t worry about the cutting bit. Sure I did it, but it doesn’t really hurt. It tingles. It’s kind horny-inducing…(WTF AM I SAYING!? RAH!)

Lol, It’s official I’m a pyscho. I suppose all those ‘psychiatrists’ and ‘mental health doctors’ or whatever back at Sidney were right all along. Maybe I DO need a day treatment thingamajiggy.

Haha yeah right. If they kept me with them for a die they’d all die from the things I talk about. Lol.

Something like this;

“So, tell us about yourself.”

“I’m crazy in a good way, not pyscho, and very funny if your not a loser with no humor, which you probably are. Also, I’m a possibly gifted Introvert with ADHD and Preteen Emo Syndrome. *cue to grin* Also, I don’t like it here. Your walls are too white. This must be your way to ensure that if someone’s insane, they won’t be getting over it and leaving any time soon. The walls sure be kinder colors. Sure, white singles niceness, or whatever the eff, but it also makes you think of a freakin’ ICE COLD WINTER.

Very inviting, if you ask me. *cue to sarcasm*”

“I see. Is there anything else?”

“Give me some chocolate………………*reluctant* please. Oh, and were’s Doug? I wanna talk to him. And Gina and Daddy and Mama and Derek too. Could you lend me a couple cages and a butterfly net? Oh, and some tranquilizer guns. *huge smile*”

“…”

“I guess that’s a no. Anyway, why don’t you go away and let be pyschotic in peace. That way, while your gone, I can find a sharp object, hurt myself, and then laugh in an obvious attempt to scare the hell out of you. Because I take such pleasure in messing with people’s heads. (big stupid, pyscho grin*”

“*disturbed*”

It’d be soooooooo*gasp* ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo funnny if that really happened. I’d laugh.

Wrist:Tingle tingle tingle tingle

Me:Stop tingling, dom you!*pokes it…harshly*Â DANGIT OWWWW!!!

Wrist:Ah loff at cho’ payne!

Me:-.-* WhatEVER!

Okay, I’m DONE now. Is Mama even HOME yet?! UGH!