I solemnly swear I'm up to no good.
I have been a bad girl already today.
Confession of the Day
I am in this excessively neurotic and tired state. I only got eight hours of sleep last night (I know, poor me), but I usually get nine, so I'm all goofy tired. Anywho, I made fun of this
poor dead kid this morning. And now I'm paranoid. I mean, God is going to smite me by reincarnating me into a kid with the worst case of muscular dystrophy in history. It's really sad when you're paranoid of your own karma. I should like make a donation to a muscular dystrophy organization--but I don't have any money. Hm. Coincidence? I think not. *looks around suspiciously*
So. I posted that. I know that I've been bad and that many people will not think me a kind person, but I couldn't stop my thoughts. I kept thinking, "why did this mother keep having children after she already had one or two that were dying from this horrible unstoppable genetic disease?" What mother would keep giving birth to children that statistically are bound to suffer and die? I'd stop after one and adopt. And the media! Shameless! This is how they see the story: it's about a kid who started writing poetry at 3, so he's a genius and then he suffered and died from a genetic disease that the rest of his siblings have already died from and that his mother is dying from, too. They don't care about his or his family's suffering--all they care about is that it's a "heart-wrenching" human interest story that will help maintain their profits. How many other children, many of them extraordinary in their own way, are dying or died of this incurable disease? Does the media care about them? Do they even give information on the disease or where people can go to? No. But I'm not better for having made fun of the poor boy. At least I didn't use him for profit.