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Diary of an Emo

"Blessed are the dead"

This morning whilst on another of my lonely walks to my secret private spot, I spied four boys - heathens, you might say - with sticks more similar to logs than twigs, prodding and laughing at some poor cat. As I passed, the cat and I locked eyes - my own pale blue owns meeting with its brilliant emerald. In them I saw sadness - not just sadness, but empty depression. There was this poor creature, tortured for nothing but doing what came naturally to it, injured and bruised by the delusional of the world.

And then I realised! The cat was like me! In the feline I had found a parallel at last, something with whom I may share my days, something that would understand the bleakness of it all, the cruelness of the world that spins and wanders its eternal path! At last, I had found something that would truly understand and see! A friend - at last, by God, a friend!

And then I saw the sticks. So instead I returned my eyes to the path and walked on to my secret private spot.

When I walked home again, I saw a very similar cat dead by a river.

I'm sure it's just a coincidence.

-Misunderstood
(MNA, April 15th 2008)

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	Diary of an Emo "Blessed are the dead" This morning whilst on another of my lonely walks to my secret private spot, I spied four boys - heathens, you might say - with sticks more similar to logs than twigs, prodding and laughing at some poor cat. As I passed, the cat and I locked eyes - my own pale blue owns meeting with its brilliant emerald. In them I saw sadness - not just sadness, but empty depression. There was this poor creature, tortured for nothing but doing what came naturally to it, injured and bruised by the delusional of the world. And then I realised! The cat was like me! In the feline I had found a parallel at last, something with whom I may share my days, something that would understand the bleakness of it all, the cruelness of the world that spins and wanders its eternal path! At last, I had found something that would truly understand and see! A friend - at last, by God, a friend! And then I saw the sticks. So instead I returned my eyes to the path and walked on to my secret private spot. When I walked home again, I saw a very similar cat dead by a river. I'm sure it's just a coincidence. -Misunderstood (MNA, April 15th 2008)