This is driving me fucking nuts.

There's a comic book, I think it's got to do with superheroes, maybe, I don't remember. Anyways, there's a part in it where a guy is telling about himself, how he got his name, which is something to do with dogs or pitbulls or something. It's about him and his brother when they were kids, and I think there's some old ( Read more... )

Update:

I am finally FINALLY finally putting together Issue 3 of my zine. STOKED. I've got good chunks of it done and the majority of it is ready to be laid out and all that jazz. If all goes well with printing it myself, I should be able to do it for relatively cheap, which means more copies and better distribution, especially once I start selling ( Read more... )

My throat's already swollen from choking down pride and I've barely taken a bite. This is what they call being a grown up. I call it a bunch of fucking bullshit ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder if all my crimes will catch up with me. If I'll finally just be left alone as they throw up their hands and say "She knew what she was doing all along." Who knows if they'd be right? Who knows a god damn thing? Sometimes I just feel 13 again, desperately grabbing at any hope of making sense, lashing out because I just don't have ( Read more... )

Everyone has so much to say, but all I can hear are whispers.

Fuck you.

Things come together, things fall apart. I'm happy and I'm here. I'm looking forward. I'm not falling down. I'm ok ( Read more... )

I'm pretty much over the internet ( Read more... )

This weekend should have been a fucking disaster. The odds were stacked against me and starting to sway, ready to bury me once again. But sometimes you've just got to say "fuck it," steel your spine, and go ( Read more... )

Got my Leon tribute started yesterday. I'm into it. Megatron doesn't like it. She hates tattoos.


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I got locked out and had to catch 3 hours of sleep huddled on the floor in my mom's unheated laundry room.

Bad mood officially fucking reinstated.