[Drabble] End Chapter.
"Why are you so mean? If you continue being mean, you'll lose more than just me..."
"Why would I want to glorify myself? I'm not special!"
'That. Is exactly why you want to glorify yourself.' Pointless. A waste of time. Trying to penetrate her thick skin was like trying to pull healthy teeth out with your bare fingers. How did it get to this point again? Why were we fighting? What were we fighting about? Every message that was being sent to me made my blood boil hotter. Childish. Egoistic. I-am-the-victim-here! No one understands me!
Well. Obviously no one does, since all you ever do is whine with your nose in the air.
It was gradual. The building frustration of predictability from you who had potential, so much potential, to do better. All your protagonists were you. Had your name. Had your physical attributes. Had your personality. Had your history, altered slightly to fit whatever context you were flinging yourself into. You became a key character to 'stop the world from doom'. You wanted to be the savior. You were special. If you were in an existing universe of cartoons and/or games, you would mirror the protagonist, outshine them even, in every single way, except for being female and blonde.
For fucks sake, you even copied their hairstyles and throw hissy fits at others when they point out all the similarities of your self-insert with the original protagonist.
That wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for you. You try to create an 'original' work with the same self-insert (same hairstyle, eyes, blonde, personality, clothes even) and again alter the history to fit the context. A slight name change and using a last name that does not exist in the world (Combining different words from different languages to make a last name is dangerous business; because it just shows you want to make yourself special). And extra special abilities? Pure heart? PINK orca tail with CROWN patterns?
Right. You totally weren't copying your Kingdom Hearts self-insert. Not at all.
And congratulations. You've just insulted every other writer out there with your 'originality'. Bravo.
"It's I who will end it! Good bye!"
Climax. End. Didn't even realize what I meant was to close this event, not that friendship that was hanging by a single thread. Snap. It was gone. Bye bye. Farewell.
I don't regret giving you gifts. I don't regret talking with you. I don't regret my outburst at your failure of originality. I don't regret knowing you because I got to know two beautiful people in the process.
I regret the argument. There was no more reasoning, only hot anger. I regret ever being careful around you and not being firm on who was my character. I regret giving up on you.
It's done. It's over. The chapter has come to a close. I'll push you away and begin something new to open the next chapter of my life. But it won't change. That chapter will still remain. And so will the imprint you had on me.
"Why would I want to glorify myself? I'm not special!"
'That. Is exactly why you want to glorify yourself.' Pointless. A waste of time. Trying to penetrate her thick skin was like trying to pull healthy teeth out with your bare fingers. How did it get to this point again? Why were we fighting? What were we fighting about? Every message that was being sent to me made my blood boil hotter. Childish. Egoistic. I-am-the-victim-here! No one understands me!
Well. Obviously no one does, since all you ever do is whine with your nose in the air.
It was gradual. The building frustration of predictability from you who had potential, so much potential, to do better. All your protagonists were you. Had your name. Had your physical attributes. Had your personality. Had your history, altered slightly to fit whatever context you were flinging yourself into. You became a key character to 'stop the world from doom'. You wanted to be the savior. You were special. If you were in an existing universe of cartoons and/or games, you would mirror the protagonist, outshine them even, in every single way, except for being female and blonde.
For fucks sake, you even copied their hairstyles and throw hissy fits at others when they point out all the similarities of your self-insert with the original protagonist.
That wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for you. You try to create an 'original' work with the same self-insert (same hairstyle, eyes, blonde, personality, clothes even) and again alter the history to fit the context. A slight name change and using a last name that does not exist in the world (Combining different words from different languages to make a last name is dangerous business; because it just shows you want to make yourself special). And extra special abilities? Pure heart? PINK orca tail with CROWN patterns?
Right. You totally weren't copying your Kingdom Hearts self-insert. Not at all.
And congratulations. You've just insulted every other writer out there with your 'originality'. Bravo.
"It's I who will end it! Good bye!"
Climax. End. Didn't even realize what I meant was to close this event, not that friendship that was hanging by a single thread. Snap. It was gone. Bye bye. Farewell.
I don't regret giving you gifts. I don't regret talking with you. I don't regret my outburst at your failure of originality. I don't regret knowing you because I got to know two beautiful people in the process.
I regret the argument. There was no more reasoning, only hot anger. I regret ever being careful around you and not being firm on who was my character. I regret giving up on you.
It's done. It's over. The chapter has come to a close. I'll push you away and begin something new to open the next chapter of my life. But it won't change. That chapter will still remain. And so will the imprint you had on me.