BIT again... soo boring.... stuff from other day... wednesday i think...
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Crazy today. Crazy crazy crazy. I feel like getting my athame and stabbing lots of people in the neck. Heh heh heh bloody mess of death. That would be so uber. I hate being here with all these people that don’t understand the way I think or feel. They don’t know what its like to wake up everyday wishing you were dead and that everyone you knew was dead and there was nothing left except emptiness. Emptiness. Darkness, endless nothing. So poetic and pathetic and crap. But every day I have to get up and go here, to this shithole, with these people who know nothing, care about nothing, feel nothing and understand nothing except their own little selfish world. I wish they could open their eyes and see the bigger picture. Everybody is born, everybody lives and everybody dies. Once you embrace that, there is no fear, there are no restrictions, you are free from everything. You don’t fear the end because it is inevitable. You don’t fear other people because nothing they do to you matters, you will all die one day and your feelings are irrelevant, their feelings are irrelevant, everything is irrelevant. Nothing matters.
Anyway I feel like killing people… mmmm death is all around us, can you feel it in the air? Can you see the way the darkness moves inside my mind? Can you hear the way I speak with venom? Can you tell there’s poison in my veins? Ooooh nice song lyrics there and I just made them up off the top of my head. Kewlies. Erm what was I saying…? Oh yer, death to the pretenders, at the hands of me… faithful daughter of darkness, Blathnaid. I feel like goat. Mmmm goat, the killing of which is not illegal…. Speaking of killing and goats and blood and stuff…. I’m thirsty…. Feels like alcohol…. Or better yet, blood! Yummy yummy yummy.
Crazy today. Crazy crazy crazy. I feel like getting my athame and stabbing lots of people in the neck. Heh heh heh bloody mess of death. That would be so uber. I hate being here with all these people that don’t understand the way I think or feel. They don’t know what its like to wake up everyday wishing you were dead and that everyone you knew was dead and there was nothing left except emptiness. Emptiness. Darkness, endless nothing. So poetic and pathetic and crap. But every day I have to get up and go here, to this shithole, with these people who know nothing, care about nothing, feel nothing and understand nothing except their own little selfish world. I wish they could open their eyes and see the bigger picture. Everybody is born, everybody lives and everybody dies. Once you embrace that, there is no fear, there are no restrictions, you are free from everything. You don’t fear the end because it is inevitable. You don’t fear other people because nothing they do to you matters, you will all die one day and your feelings are irrelevant, their feelings are irrelevant, everything is irrelevant. Nothing matters.
Anyway I feel like killing people… mmmm death is all around us, can you feel it in the air? Can you see the way the darkness moves inside my mind? Can you hear the way I speak with venom? Can you tell there’s poison in my veins? Ooooh nice song lyrics there and I just made them up off the top of my head. Kewlies. Erm what was I saying…? Oh yer, death to the pretenders, at the hands of me… faithful daughter of darkness, Blathnaid. I feel like goat. Mmmm goat, the killing of which is not illegal…. Speaking of killing and goats and blood and stuff…. I’m thirsty…. Feels like alcohol…. Or better yet, blood! Yummy yummy yummy.