PUT YOUR HANDS UP, GET OUT OF THE CAR.

FUCK YOU, PIG.

OH YEAH YOU WANT TO PLAY THIS FUCKING GAME, DO YOU, ZIGN, DO YOU WANT TO PLAY THE FUCKING GAME??? FINE, YOU BASTARD, COME GET IT, YOU FUCKING INFINITE DISEASE. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. LEAVE ME ALONE. GET AWAY FROM ME. DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES. I DON'T WANT TO FEEL YOUR SALIVA RUNNING DOWN MY NECK ( Read more... )

I'm going to be cliche.

I want to die.

Who FUCKING cares. Who fucking cares ( Read more... )

The X-Files is so... yes. Everything. Goddamn I forgot how much I fucking LOVE that show.

On my usual sci-fi kick.

What to say. Hm.

Going to go write. Or think about writing. Or something equally useless.

Fox Mulder... mmmmmmm...

I don't even know WHAT the fuck I'm doing anymore. I swear I start every fucking entry with that line, or one similar. But whatever ( Read more... )

I don't feel like talking. I don't feel like writing. I'm just sitting here wondering what the fuck it is I think I'm doing. So sick of being wrong, so sick of spinning around helplessly over nothing, so tired of being shy and embarrassed about everything, questioning, stupid, so afraid to break the rules a little bit here and there, don't want to ( Read more... )

And... goddamn the fact that I'm 'good.' Why can't I be bad and break the rules and take the easy way out of everything and give in to myself whenever I want things.

Oh. Yeah. Because I don't like to get into trouble.

Whatever.

But GOD it would have been sooooooooo easy to just give in today. So easy.

I was going to write here, downstairs, on the crappy computer, but I can't write without some kind of music going on, so therefore I'm going to waste an entire fucking journal entry announcing to ALL THOSE PEOPLE OUT THERE that I'm going upstairs. Isn't that just LOVELY. Aren't you SO GLAD that you're READING THIS and wasting five fucking minutes ( Read more... )

So. Why does life enjoy jerking me back and forth between euphoria and despair. Why ( Read more... )

And there it goes. This fucking HUGE creative force that's been tugging at me this entire summer. Gone.

Like a fucking skull bashed against a brick wall.

Where the FUCK did it GO?

Need to stay away from them. AWAY. They hinder me with their stupidity. So many COPIES. Copycopycopy. That's all anyone ever does anymore. And that so-called 'art ( Read more... )