Low Self Esteem Issue 23 Stuff I Puked Up Written By : Sarah Mar. 20th, 1998 ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿ ³ Issues of LSE can be found at: ³ ³ ³ ³ FTP: FTP.EText.Org/pub/Zines/LowSelfEsteem ³ ³ WWW: Members.Xoom.Com/LSE ³ ³ Email: Parker_Lewis@HotMail.Com ³ ³ ³ ³ If your interested in writing something for LSE, send it in to the email ³ ³ address listed above. ³ ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ Section 1: Introduction Section 2: Post Valentine's Day Babble Section 3: A Poem I Wrote Section 4: Cliques Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä- Section 1: Introduction ³ ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ I started writing this article of LSE about a month ago. But it took me this long to finish because I've been held up by school and getting a job. But here it is now. It sucks, but anything that's from me sucks, so it's no sur- prise. Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä- Section 2: Post Valentine's Day Babble ³ ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ I was thinking about writing another article this year about Valentine's Day, but I wrote one last year and decided it's not worth blabbing on about it again. I'll just say that I'm happy Valentine's Day is over for this year. A few days ago I was thinking "YES!! The yucky holidays are already over for awhile!!" (i.e. Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day) But then I'm thinking now that Spring is coming. That's supposed to be a happy time of the year, but it depresses me more because of that. And then comes Summer, another happy time that depresses me. And Fall and Winter depress me too because they're so dark and dreary. I've realized that no matter what time of year it is, there is always something to depress me. EVERYTHING de- presses me. I'm made to be depressed. Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä- Section 3: A Poem I wrote ³ ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ I'm a waste of water I'm a waste of air The world would be a better place If I wasn't there Nobody would notice I was gone Nobody would care There would just be an extra space Someone better would take my place If I can think of anything more I'll add to it. Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä- Section 4: Cliques ³ ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ Here I'm going to write a little about cliques and not fitting in. Around where I live, there are many cliques. There's the Homey G's, the Skaters, the Goths, and the Preppies (the worst of all cliques.) There's some people that don't fall into any of those categories, but usually they hang out with mainly one clique. And then there's me. I don't fit in with any group of people. In a way, I don't understand why. It's like I have some kind of spell on me that makes everybody hate me. Maybe if there was a Low Self Es- teem clique I'd fit in. But unfortunately I don't know any LSErs personally. They come in very small numbers. Well, that's all for now. -Feia- Quote of the Day: "The though of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night." -- Friedrich Nietzsche