Author has written 7 stories for Jimmy Neutron, and Invader Zim.
Sometimes I wonder why I try...there are so many people who would rather have me dead than alive, and they make sure that I know it, too. I've come to realize that I hate people. Not certain people, or every single person, just humanity in general. Just when you think that the world is okay...just when you think that you might actually fit in...It all turns on you and you're left alone. That's the way it is. That's the way it'll always be, I guess. And when you suddenly realize that no one cares about you, you understand. You understand death, you understand hunger, and you understand heart-wrenching pain.
The pretense that I carry with me to cover my true self for fear of unconformity is growing heavy, a valuable burden that I barely even trust myself with. But I notice that other people have these masks too, that they hide behind when everyone's watching. I've seen it happen before, a totally different person emerging from the costume when they think that nobody's looking. The personality that they alter and hide in order to fit in to society.
I ask myself, "Why if we had no peer pressure? No conformists? No stereotypes? No religion or countries or possessions...nothing to fight over, worry about, or be greedy for?"
“Never in a millennium would that ever come true,” I answered myself. ”People are too blind and selfish.”
And now I’m living life like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck. Alone, terrified, and waiting to die. I don’t want this anymore…I don’t want to live like this anymore. But when it’s the only way of life I know, then how am I supposed to change?
Big Shot screaming “Put your hands in the sky!” He said, “Give it up boy, give it up, or you’re gonna die! You’ll get a bullet in the back of the neck! In the back of the neck, right between the eyes! ”-Big Shot- -Straylight Run-