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.