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.

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