Indeed.
In fact, I think the majority of posts are about cloggers and how 'melodramatic' people are. You say LST's an exception. How about mistborn's friend? How about Sandy?
My dad plugged out my USB before I could save my story and dragged me to the ground. And deleted my account on his laptop ;.;

I can't help but notice that ME seems to second every one of Esther and Rebecca's post.

So, althought you know that the pain is short-lived but intense, is it that difficult for you to just take a moment and try to help whoever the mood swings have decided to strike next? Sure, they may get up on their own within five minutes, but what if they don't? And besides, what is the cost of lending someone some kind words so they're not so alone anymore? Not everyone survives adolescent hormonal changes, you know. It's difficult, especially when things get very intense.
I understand where you're coming from, I'm sure that everyone has a part of them that feels the same way. I mean, come on, who can look at someone bawling over something unreasonable and say, "Yes, the reason that you're in pain right now is totally legit," and as is plainly stated above, even you find your own hormonal moments to be unreasonable. But some people don't have this, you know? They don't have the luxury of not taking their hormones seriously. Because they don't, they're experiencing real pain, real problems, real hurt, and a real no way out.
Why do you think suicide rates are so high not only in adolescence, when a child's body is preparing for adulthood, for reproduction, for maturity, and when an adult's body is changing to prepare for settling down, taking it easy, and getting older?
HORMONES.
Hormones are not something to be so quickly dismissed. It's largely why I don't take offense when someone points to them as the cause of my problems.
This is how I look at it. If they can kill people, you should probably take them seriously. Even if they're not killing you.
It's not that difficult to just have a little bit of empathy for someone. And if that's too hard, maybe not bashing their problems and making them feel like insignificant little nothings would be more ideal.

(*shrug*)
Sorry bro, but it had to be said. Nothing personal here. It's just that this IS the venting thread, after all, and I do believe things should be used for their intended purpose.

Thanks. <:^J
And what the frap, why would he do that? o_O The only time I've experienced something mildly resembling that would be when my mom kept inunintentionally chucking out my art project, so I had to keep redoing it three times (all of which she threw out) until I just ditched it for good. :^I

He was talking about something he talked for about a hundred times (Publishing a book that I was originally going to get published but then ditched it for another one) and I said 'blah blah blah'.
Meh, I knew that was rude. And when he calmed down he let me save back my files into my USB before he deleted my account. He was on the verge of slapping me until mum pulled him back.

Mistborn gives reason. Sandy has issues. I didn't say that LST was the only exception, I just named him.
They are quite intelligent. I'm not favoring them because they are my friends. I've called Esther out on one of her posts before, in fact.
*sigh* I see that this will be a circular debate. I surrender.

And Esther vice versa...she changes her opinion one you say your part with a 'Yeah...', followed by a random smiley.

She is wise. She knows that it is useless to fight.

I can't be the only one who feels like no one's going to want to share their inner feelings on here anymore...?

Now you mention it, kind of. Nothing melodramatically hormonal. How nice. ME should be pleased.

So Camille is off the hook, but I'm now a hardened criminal?

Whoa. O_O
My dad reminds me of the Hulk, so if he did that...
(*screams, scoots away*)
It's usually only my mom who gets like that at me... and not even any more.
It's good that he calmed down, though. O_O
Seems quite a reaction... but I'm glad he didn't slap you. D8

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No, this happened a couple times before, I think, and it snapped back within a couple pages. :P

Did Camille say anything? Or was it before, or what?
I never said you were a criminal. You just seem to think vents of all sorts are unacceptable unless they are as acute as Mistborn's friend's.

I didn't mean it like that. *sigh* Now I'm a villain.
She said:

Oh yeah, that one.
Well, Ash already said something. And when there was another opportunity to tick her off, I mentioned it and the Christmas gift thread. She ignored it, though.

And this:

Our posts are similar (evidentally), but I get a reputation.

You're online more, and you say more of them.
What reputation? Both of you are cold-ish.

When I mentioned it, she and Ash struck up a loud arguement with me. I don't know what I ever did before this to make comments so intense against me, but I guess it's clear to everyone else.

How does Camille not have a reputation? XD XD

No, actually, I completely agree with you on that one.

:^] Good point.

Indeed.
And the Ash and Camille thing: WHY?!

I never really could...I'm too paranoid >_>

I'm going to the IB enrichment thingy next year for high school and I"m going to try my best to stick with it for four years and maybe have a shot at the IB diploma. :'D I'm SUPER nervous, but at the same time super chill... if you know what I mean. (*shrugs*)
So... congratulations on that hundred percent average! O_O That's amazing! I had no idea that you were that skilled. :'D My average this year was ninety six... no hundreds on my report card, never had a hundred before in my life. ;A;

Yeah, I don't know what's going on with that. >_> XD

You're doing IB, Sandy?! Me too! XD

I don't understand. What are you saying?

Why did they say that?
Camille was being pretty hypocritical.

(*flips the frap out*)



OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
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I am so nervous! ;A; Reading up on it on the internet, they make it sound like it's going to be my slow, painful death! (*sobs*)
Anways... (*ahem*)
What do your parents think of it?
My parents were begging me not to go. O_O
Over the summer I've transferred three high schools until I finally made up my mind and decided to go to the IB school here, but I can't shake the feeling that I have to win a bunch of medals and be a demigod to feel accepted. o_o
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Are you nervous? x_x

Thank you. They thought that I flipped out and became a troll.

http://www.kidpub.com/forum3/showthr...526#post305526

She was talking about an insult and I called her a hypocrite.

I'm kinda scared too. I think the workload is going to be HUGE *dies*
My parents didn't really put imput in on my highschool. But the IB was basically my excuse to get out of my home school, and now I'm kinda freaking out. Especailly since I have no time management -_-
I think you'll do fine...you seem really smart. We shall survive together! XD

Oops I READ IT WRONG.

DUDE OUR IB SCHOOL IS CRAP. The sixth grade French teacher has NO IDEA HOW TO TEACH. I hope your school is better.

My IB school is what I just stated above.
IF YOUR IB SCHOOL IS LIKE MINE, chill, you can get through it.

I have time management... to be honest, I'm not as worried about the schoolwork as I am the people... -_- There's this city-known know-it-all who is constantly in the paper for winning spelling bees and awards and academic medals... When I saw her at the spelling bee last year, she ate six pieces of the super fattening pizza they had set out for us, along with the chocolate thingies... my mom was staring at her like >8^I because we're health nuts... <_< My mom told me that she had was really egotistical and had her "butt in the air" as she said because all her life she's been praised for her intellect while her physical health goes to hell. -__________- I'm just scared I'm going to get there and she's going to be rubbing her fame in my face and tease me.
She was in the newspaper yesterday, mind you. <_____<
(*end of ramble*)
Anyways, I read about an IB grade eleven teacher who, in has class, had everyone know everyone else's phone number and email, and I've also read that it's almost impossible to get through IB completely on your own, so maybe next year, you can drop me an email if you want. :) countblecksuperfan.cassie@gmail.com

(*sigh of relief*) Thanks. :)

NOW you see my point.
I agree. XD

Yeah, I did IB in elementary school, went to private school for one year (they didn't have it), and I'm going to do it through high school now and get the degree, because that means you are automatically accepted in to certain colleges if you apply and have the degree.

Meh. Here's a totally hormonal rant, so pay no attention. I just needed to get it out of my system.



They say that I just want to hide who I am.

They can't see past that mask that I wear, that plastered smile.

"Don't hide," they say. "Come out and enjoy yourself. You're not good at hiding."

But I am. I feel like a captured spy, and you're asking me all these questions. You sit back with this satisfied smile after I blurt out something very random, innocent.

I'm a very god liar, actually.

Why do I want to go to Aunt Eva's?

It's because I spent a few weeks there, a long time ago. In her little cottage in the olympic rain forest of Washington State. Her moss-covered, cozy little place, with almond cookies and an enormous underground library. With the paper, and the markers, where I could draw whatever I wished. I remember how I beaded a little frog and put it on a necklace.

That was nothing compared to the outside. It was pure magic.

The light filtered green and revealed the beads of dew on the moss-covered rocks. There was always a steady rain, and the smell was like nothing I could ever smell back home. The trees were some high, some low, and their leaves made a roof over my head that steadily dripped. And the mist, the mist covered everything and made it beautiful. There was a tiny cave, and that was where I slept most of the time. The rest of the time I slept on the highest tree branch I dared put my weight on, or in the library. She gave me a tiny music player with earbuds, and I put on every song that I loved. It was heaven to me. Everything was peaceful, everything had the sweet smell of the rain and the moss and the fog. Nobody asked me any questions, nobody forced me to be social. I didn't have to keep a smile on my face, although it was there most of the time naturally. I cried all of one day, and Aunt Eva didn't ask any questions. She just quietly cooked me blueberry pancakes. She was so peculiar, the little old lady in the moss-covered house... She was tall, but slender, and was absolutely beautiful, with long, silver hair in a bun and sweet crinkles near her grey eyes. Everybody, including my parents, think that there's something wrong with her mind. Everybody she loved died, so she moved to a cottage in the depressing forest to mourn in peace. But she doesn't mourn... she had this silent happiness about her, this peace, and I don't think anything could upset it.

I want to go where I'm safe.

OK, now I want to go to your Aunt Eva's. I've never properly been to nature where I can relax, only in tours where the for guides blare and introduce stuff. Which is why I keep searching up 'oak forests' on google images. Which is why I liked it at Kashmir.
I would like it there too. I just want a place to escape. I'm glad just to have a tree to climb.

Heey Kashmir's where my parents are from.

Albuquerque doesn't really have trees. Or forests. Just the bosque, and that's the most depressing place I've ever been to.

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