Wednesday, April 27, 2011


I've been a little productive this week.


Maybe after all I'm not so crazy. Why the fuck would I be anyway? My leg is numb. I like to feel important so I put myself in some wicked situations.

I am fucking crazy.

So it may not sound so glamored up like those Hollywood movies, but I shot myself.

Who the hell would?

I hear voices now too. Like some rapist in my ear. He told me to shoot myself. That would explain it because who would shoot themself?

Why am I talking so much about my self. People say I'm vain.

But I'm fucking injured.

It doesn't matter though. It's still all about me, me, me.


Oh yeah, call my a plagiarist too. It's not bad if you don't do it all the time.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

its been a while

I wouldn't say that it could've been better because it should have been. Nothing ever goes my way. Don't you hate those spoiled little brats who get everything they want and everything goes so perfectly. Like their life is a god damn movie script.


Things have never been the same ever since. I know its a little vague but really nothing ever goes my god damn way. My parents want me to go to psycho analyst because they say I never go out or anything. I do fine all by myself. People are just there to wear and tear you down. Anyway I got to go. My leg numb. Oh yeah, I'll explain why another day.