Kara Zor-El (ex_girlsuper149) wrote in paragraffiti, @ 2009-01-15 10:58:00 |
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Current mood: | pissed off |
I hate this, this so stupid. The Joker's blowing up the city, and we can't find him. Batman is having a freaking CRISIS over what he is, BATMAN ISN'T ALLOWED TO DO THAT. Some annoying twit comes along and he starts doubting himself. I don't even know what the hell is going on between Lois and Clark anymore. Is there a Lois and Clark now? Is there not? There's supposed to be, and yet there's not. You two are RIDICULOUS! Just kiss and make up before my head explodes.
And then Lana, who's got this WITCH inside her, and am I the only one who's TERRIFIED of this? She's currently the closest thing I have to a Mother and why does no one else seem to be upset over this? And then Jack, and that cage, with those corpses, I don't even know what else he's been through, and God knows what Bart is thinking. The only people I'm NOT getting a crisis from is Clark and Raya. And why is it that everyone else can find someone to love, but the only thing I can do his hurt people, or attract stalkers, what is wrong with me? At least Oracle is keeping her sanity, I think.
I'm seventeen freaking years old...physically. I started when I was fifteen. What the hell kind of life is this. Always worried about everyone else, and no one even CARES that I'm two seconds from exploding. I've got teenage drama, AND saving the world drama, AND doing it all while people look at me and see an alien freak who doesn't know what the hell shes doing, DEAL WITH THAT. And one group of people telling me not to kill, when I first arrived on Earth. My logic was why not? But I didn't. And I stuck by it, and now people ARE telling me to kill. Why can't the people on this planet make up their damn minds?
Does NOBODY care that I'm a teenager with people telling me to kill, that I can't fit into society, that I can't keep the people I love safe for longer than five minutes, that my parents are actually alive and I could be with them right now, instead of the two seconds I saw of them at home. That I have an entire world you people don't know about praying to me. I sweat to Rao, if one more person tries to 'test me' or or calls something the Angel of Death again, or starts making demands, I'm going to lose it.
Also! If people could please refrain from blowing up my home, or coming to close to that. AGAIN. It would be appreciated. Assholes.
...I wish Boomer was here.