Dearest Sennyo,
This is my seventh try at telling you of my past few day. Pathetic and silly is it not? Twice out of lack of heart and courage, and five times out of negligence and inattention.
Monday: Katherine bought me a band and I paid her back. I was so grateful and full of joy at this. ‘Live for Le’ it says. There is a silence in our eyes whenever we talk about anything concerning him without actually saying his name.
Tuesday evening/Wednesday morning: I went on to vier-chen to browse for humorous pictures when I came across some very interesting threads all concerning Kanye West and how we should all start rumors that he had died. I ignored them at first, but a short time later after the threads continuously popped up on the first page with new posts and more threads encouraging us to spread the rumors I finally joined in just in time when they/we all started off to our facebook, twitter, myspace, and etc. accounts to update our status that Kanye West was dead. The most commonly-used phrase being ‘RIP Kanye West’. It was so damn fun and amazing. The internet was going mad[/I[ about it all. Twitter was in an uproar. Thousands upon thousands of status were made on twitter, saying things like ‘RIP Kanye West’, ‘Is it true that Kanye West is dead?’ and then status that didn’t think that the rumor was true, which it obviously wasn’t. One of my favorite status that was every now and then repeated was ‘ RIP Kanye West. Your dumb a** will surely be missed.’ The first I saw of them was by an otaku as seen by her profile picture.
Why, even Kanye West’s girlfriend had something to say about it all. She said how it was absolutely not true, ridiculous, and that all humans make mistakes (I guess she was referring to West’s incident with Taylor Swift) and that we were so mean to have done that and rhetorically asked us how we would feel if someone spread a rumor like that about us. Although, she never said ‘you guys’, just ‘you’. That was posted by her around the most heated time of the rumor, around late 12:00 AM to early 1:00 AM. Back on vier-chen people, including myself in both things, were posting of their success and screenshots. I felt so… powerful! I felt like I was a part of something big, something huge, something like vier-chen. For once, I was proud to be a /p/tard.
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/p/, today I have grand respect for you. All of you that participated in making EIP Kanye West a trending topic on twitter just trolled the social network on an epic proportion. This was a success But, In all, it was bound to happen.
People already know it is a hoax. This was NOT a fail cause of that. People know it was a hoax, and that’s why it’s now a success. People are outraged at “who” the a*****e was that started this rumor. And that a*****e was you.
Good job /p/, you’re now trolling the hearts of young people all around the globe.
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People already know it is a hoax. This was NOT a fail cause of that. People know it was a hoax, and that’s why it’s now a success. People are outraged at “who” the a*****e was that started this rumor. And that a*****e was you.
Good job /p/, you’re now trolling the hearts of young people all around the globe.
pic related for enthusiasm
This feeling of euphoria lasted for quite a while, nearly a day more or less. That night/morning, my bedroom was filled with stifled laughter and giggles.
Wednesday: Scary came back.
Upon checking my e-mail; it was from 先輩! He had promoted me to an official moderator with full privileges rather than the ‘Janitor’ moderator that I was once before. He’s such an amazing man, 先輩, or rather 後輩 I suppose he is ever since he made me a moderator in the first place. For now I’ll use 先輩. Still, he’s just so amazing, トノホ ノ
先輩. He’s able to be so funny and yet also strike fear into the hearts of others, or mine at least. 先輩…
Nothing remarkable at the youth-group thing. Den Ruts was there, but the only time he ever looked at me was when I entered through the front doors, the ringing electronic bell drawing many peoples’ eyes that they then reverted back to the person/people that they were speaking to. I spoke to…
I’ve looked through my old physical diaries. Oh, god, I’m so sorry everyone. Mina-san. Mina! Please, please, please forgive me. I’m so sorry for being so damn naïve, and acting violent to silence people instead of acting rationally. With what I read, it would seem to me that … I could not find what I coded his name as in the diaries, although I’m quite sure I did name him. But, anyway. I spoke to his sister for a short while near the end and she told me how he had been nominated as ‘the shyest’ of his grade for the yearbook. She found this out from a friend, not him himself. I told her how adorable I though her brother to be. I think that back then, years ago, he might’ve liked me, and I might’ve liked him back with this pathetically ******** fickle heart of mine.
Some time ago the author of that story Friended me on facebook. I am beginning to regret it now though, because he had sent me a PM, and I replied, and more or less I’ve promised to read his newly story complete ‘Director’s Cut’s. Promises. Such sad, silly little things that I create so easily, and end up growing like tumors on, in, and around my heart. Suffocating me.
You’re the only thing that ever mattered to me.
Is that a lie?
I don’t know, I don’t know! When I say that I… I think that I mean that your story was the most important thing to me. Your story, because it is my dream to become you. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that you were going to die.
Bmayca vunkeja sa, Cahhou
[End Log] 4:30 AM
