a little stuff i wrote one day, feeling a bit.... off

[mildman]

i am a lack of emotion, a void in you empathetic existence, a lack of concern for your life and your wasting your time on mine. Im hating you for your insistence and my knuckles are white around the handle. I dont care anymore, my life is ruined, why not yours

Comments

[anti_mediocrity]

A very deep entry, as always. I realize how shallow I can be whenever I read your entries.

And, y'know, after all this time I still have no idea what the hell you look like. Do you have any way of getting a picture yet? You always talk about how "big" and "scary" you are but I still haven't seen you.

I think you'd do well with performing arts. Personally, when I was in drama, all those people staring at me really bothered me. I'll stick with my shitty photography, thank you very much...

[mildman]

i cant get a picture up yet. i only have access to a comp at school and it doesnt have the right software, plus id probably get in trouble. so that is definitely delayed for a time. But as im sure ive escribed my self many times, im six foot five, two hundred som odd pounds, built rather like a football player in my opinion. long blonde hair, cold blue eyes. im sure that doesnt help any, but it is wuite intimidating. i think its more my presence and such than how i look though. and you are not shallow, try reserved. ive opened my self here, in a painful way, and its hard, but i try. i try my best, and it comes out, deep, if you will.