~Joss' story
this is my own, personal, story...the 4 parts were just in general for both of us, and I intend 2 tell just my end. This is after my trip thro the Gateway...
I already told u they called me Envy....and I already کہا y. what I didn't say is that every1 called me Envy and only my family knew my actual name...even tho it کہا I was Jossiline on the papers....i even had 2 sign my papers as Envy یا else they wouldn't kno it was me...
I had no friends....i was tormented....mother and sister were the only nice ones. At 1 time...i had 2 do a project. A simple report. My name, where I was born...family and friends....this is what I wrote.
Name: I suppose u can call me Envy
What I c in My Name: My name is Envy, because everyone has what I don't...because I have no reason 2 اقدام on except my own weakness...
State of Birth: I was born in the State of Confusion, I suppose...
Family: my sister, Cylon, my mother, Chelsy, and the animals in the forest.....I don't consider my brother یا my so-called father family so I guess u could say i'm مزید animal then anything...
Friends: my friends? Friends....does that mean things I keep close 2 me....things or...i suppose, 2 most, people...correct? Agony...Misery...Hate...Rage....Sadness...Depression, Deception...and somehow containing all of these with as few signs of it as possible...tell me, teach....am I doing well?
Things I like: animals...my sister and my mother...honesty...alchemy...science...building...
Things I hate (dislike, I suppose was ur wording): humans. Long story...I hate them because of what they do...and what they represent 2 me...
Any Diseases I Have: Anti-Social Personality Disorder. It means I have lack of empathy towards other people...a sort of hatred towards them.
Extra: they say Envy is Ignorance...but I say that it's wrong. Envy...2 me...happens when u realize what every1 has...and u find out tht what they have is...something u hate but yet u want it so badly it hurts...if u look Envy up in the dictionary...the word Obsolete will b listed, along with Ill Will. Obsolete...and I'm called Envy...I suppose both of those 2 will work 4 me...with my meaning 2 this world, I suppose I am an obsolete speck...a swirling mass of hatred and envy...but still, an obsolete speck...“spite and resentment at seeing the success of another” is another of the explanations...that fits me pretty well. Tho, it's not really success but....my lacking of it...the so-called humanity that they're all so proud of...but it's so fragile that 1 disruption sends us all bak in time and proves again that all a human is....all they can ever b.....r beasts...living in man-made jungles and hating all of those who aren't like themselves...simply because they don't look like u, they don't pray 2 the same invisible man as u, they don't ware the same hat as u...whatever the stupid reason they come up with. “Painful یا resentful awareness of an advantage enjoyed سے طرف کی another joined with a desire to possess the same advantage.” I don't think advantage is so much the right word...more like a longing 4 something I don't have....i despise humans....I think in part because I can never b 1 of them...even tho I was born human I have the mentality of animals...I think it's because humans lack many things that I want....honesty is the big 1. Along with tht, loyalty, respect, and caring are on the سب, سب سے اوپر of the list...
After I turned in this paper she wrote that we had 2 talk...she کہا 2 meet her after school. All I had 2 say when I walked out of the class room was “u asked 4 an honest report...a paper about who I am....all I did was give u that....u can't patronize me for doing what u asked me 2 do.” and I left with her staring at me, dumb-found.
I think the teachers knew something was wrong...but they wouldn't ask. I always wore the same white, فیتا, فیتے dress...it was a gift from my grandmother and the only thing I had left of her...father hated that dress...so I always had 2 ware something different when I left and change in2 it somewhere on the way 2 school...i kno it seems weird..2 ware it over and over...but there was something about it that I loved...and it was the only فیتا, فیتے dress I owned other then when mother had me ware 1 of her old ones...i always packed my lunch because, let's face it, school lunch sucks. In a way, I think I was hiding my bruises and cuts....with that dress...
Since I was born I was afraid of storms. Rain and thunder and lightning...but there was always a voice...it sang 2 me comfortingly but had no body...somehow, despite that fact...it was soothing. My mother never sang 2 me...and it was a male voice anyways...
Daily life was still the same...a few weeks after there was a new guy in my school..and my classes. We had almost the same schedule. He was tall with dark blonde hair and green eyes that fascinated me...
1 دن a storm started during school...and I did as I always do...i started mumbling the words of the song, not caring that there was any1 there...or that the new boy was اگلے 2 me and would kno I was afraid of storms...but then I noticed that he was mumbling the same song..and the voice....it couldn't possibly b...i pushed it aside. After all, it couldn't b...it's not possible...i thought. And I suppose it didn't matter....he stopped going 2 our school a few days after that.
Now, about my life on the other side of the gate, it was the same story with different characters...I'm not even going 2 revisit what he did 2 us...on our 13th birthday...but on the other side it was pretty much the same only a smaller scale...
a few weeks after that he killed mother...just like on the other side...and just like the other side it was storming that day. In fact, that's where my fear of storms came from....the fact that my mother was killed سے طرف کی my father on the other side during 1...I have a photographic memory and unfortunately it means I don't 4get things no matter how much I want 2...
this is my own, personal, story...the 4 parts were just in general for both of us, and I intend 2 tell just my end. This is after my trip thro the Gateway...
I already told u they called me Envy....and I already کہا y. what I didn't say is that every1 called me Envy and only my family knew my actual name...even tho it کہا I was Jossiline on the papers....i even had 2 sign my papers as Envy یا else they wouldn't kno it was me...
I had no friends....i was tormented....mother and sister were the only nice ones. At 1 time...i had 2 do a project. A simple report. My name, where I was born...family and friends....this is what I wrote.
Name: I suppose u can call me Envy
What I c in My Name: My name is Envy, because everyone has what I don't...because I have no reason 2 اقدام on except my own weakness...
State of Birth: I was born in the State of Confusion, I suppose...
Family: my sister, Cylon, my mother, Chelsy, and the animals in the forest.....I don't consider my brother یا my so-called father family so I guess u could say i'm مزید animal then anything...
Friends: my friends? Friends....does that mean things I keep close 2 me....things or...i suppose, 2 most, people...correct? Agony...Misery...Hate...Rage....Sadness...Depression, Deception...and somehow containing all of these with as few signs of it as possible...tell me, teach....am I doing well?
Things I like: animals...my sister and my mother...honesty...alchemy...science...building...
Things I hate (dislike, I suppose was ur wording): humans. Long story...I hate them because of what they do...and what they represent 2 me...
Any Diseases I Have: Anti-Social Personality Disorder. It means I have lack of empathy towards other people...a sort of hatred towards them.
Extra: they say Envy is Ignorance...but I say that it's wrong. Envy...2 me...happens when u realize what every1 has...and u find out tht what they have is...something u hate but yet u want it so badly it hurts...if u look Envy up in the dictionary...the word Obsolete will b listed, along with Ill Will. Obsolete...and I'm called Envy...I suppose both of those 2 will work 4 me...with my meaning 2 this world, I suppose I am an obsolete speck...a swirling mass of hatred and envy...but still, an obsolete speck...“spite and resentment at seeing the success of another” is another of the explanations...that fits me pretty well. Tho, it's not really success but....my lacking of it...the so-called humanity that they're all so proud of...but it's so fragile that 1 disruption sends us all bak in time and proves again that all a human is....all they can ever b.....r beasts...living in man-made jungles and hating all of those who aren't like themselves...simply because they don't look like u, they don't pray 2 the same invisible man as u, they don't ware the same hat as u...whatever the stupid reason they come up with. “Painful یا resentful awareness of an advantage enjoyed سے طرف کی another joined with a desire to possess the same advantage.” I don't think advantage is so much the right word...more like a longing 4 something I don't have....i despise humans....I think in part because I can never b 1 of them...even tho I was born human I have the mentality of animals...I think it's because humans lack many things that I want....honesty is the big 1. Along with tht, loyalty, respect, and caring are on the سب, سب سے اوپر of the list...
After I turned in this paper she wrote that we had 2 talk...she کہا 2 meet her after school. All I had 2 say when I walked out of the class room was “u asked 4 an honest report...a paper about who I am....all I did was give u that....u can't patronize me for doing what u asked me 2 do.” and I left with her staring at me, dumb-found.
I think the teachers knew something was wrong...but they wouldn't ask. I always wore the same white, فیتا, فیتے dress...it was a gift from my grandmother and the only thing I had left of her...father hated that dress...so I always had 2 ware something different when I left and change in2 it somewhere on the way 2 school...i kno it seems weird..2 ware it over and over...but there was something about it that I loved...and it was the only فیتا, فیتے dress I owned other then when mother had me ware 1 of her old ones...i always packed my lunch because, let's face it, school lunch sucks. In a way, I think I was hiding my bruises and cuts....with that dress...
Since I was born I was afraid of storms. Rain and thunder and lightning...but there was always a voice...it sang 2 me comfortingly but had no body...somehow, despite that fact...it was soothing. My mother never sang 2 me...and it was a male voice anyways...
Daily life was still the same...a few weeks after there was a new guy in my school..and my classes. We had almost the same schedule. He was tall with dark blonde hair and green eyes that fascinated me...
1 دن a storm started during school...and I did as I always do...i started mumbling the words of the song, not caring that there was any1 there...or that the new boy was اگلے 2 me and would kno I was afraid of storms...but then I noticed that he was mumbling the same song..and the voice....it couldn't possibly b...i pushed it aside. After all, it couldn't b...it's not possible...i thought. And I suppose it didn't matter....he stopped going 2 our school a few days after that.
Now, about my life on the other side of the gate, it was the same story with different characters...I'm not even going 2 revisit what he did 2 us...on our 13th birthday...but on the other side it was pretty much the same only a smaller scale...
a few weeks after that he killed mother...just like on the other side...and just like the other side it was storming that day. In fact, that's where my fear of storms came from....the fact that my mother was killed سے طرف کی my father on the other side during 1...I have a photographic memory and unfortunately it means I don't 4get things no matter how much I want 2...