SMILE BITCH!

i just want to be alone.

happiness leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but there's no familiar buzz , like these shots i'm getting so accustomed to. depression is a feather bed that i can sink into forever, and it feels too good to want to leave. you care, so fuck off, your affection is offensive and makes me suspicious.

i rhymed a rhyme,
in perfect time,
and mere said i'm poetic
i don't know why
i didn't try
i think it was pathetic

....whoa....

so righteous lies dispel bright eyes and i'm riding the c-train. it feels good to not be bad, in a badass way, but i can't help but wonder if i teetered when i should've tottered and that cliff was my salvation...

HUZZAH FOR COWARDICE! yeah, for all you cool party people, who have older friends, hook up randomly, and are all cool like that, SUCK IT! CAUSE I'M NOT! AND I NEVER WILL BE! i'm not sure if that is good or bad, it just is.... bitch.

dude, seriously.... fuck bees.

i'm having second thoughts about this second chance. now that i think about it, it's more like eighth or ninth chance, but hey, two words: poetic license. so suck it. but i'm just gonna march there today, right into oblivion, and while my mind is screaming to turn back, my body doesn't give a fuck. but hey, being sad and alone isn't that bad? is it

so i guess tomorrow i won't be the same person... i hate myself for it but i have to for some unknown reason. it sickens me, and i hate what i'm doing. but hey, the c-word ain't all it's cracked up to be

just thought i'd add:

Percent of population that is Dave Chappel: less than .0000000001%

IT'S NOT FUNNY WHEN YOU SAY "I'm Rick James, bitch," so STOP SAYING IT!