don't you just hate how some ppl can REALLY get to you,
or how sometimes you wish that you weren't... you. idk.

At times, things seem to be going fine & peachy, then BAM!
tragedy strikes my already fucked up life of hopelessness
into a pile of stinking poo while others jubilently dance

Isn't "sixteen" supposed to be the best year of your life?

its been awhile since last left an entry,
but heres some shit i've been writing...

( all those thoughts of solitude )

This is the one thing I've learned so far from these 16 worthless yrs:
sure, you can try to live day by day morally by benefiting this society
of ppl who could care less, but remember; you're out numbered

( all in all, life is the crummiest book I ever read )