a journel feh
This journal reveals little but an enraged tormented soul. Not the beautifully dynamic spirit that I have come to know. You see, this journal, it isnt real. There is a certain hesitation i have toward actually putting true emotion into it. Who will read it, no one. Who will understand it, no one. What does it matter then? Well i enjoy writing, I tell myself, I enjoy these stories, I say, but why should I share them? YOU WILL KISS THE PAN! To be blunt, I shouldnt, and well, every part of me, and every response i read, seems to dictate that same notion. So here I lay, riddled, addled, and befuddled. Kicked and pissed, battered and pissed, pissed and well, ya pissed. Thanks for the memories, thanks for the disgust, thanks for the complete lack of devotion. I will never update you again. I will never hold you in my arms, cradling you, and type sweet nothings in your digital ear. They only morph and demean me. Fuck you, FUck You, FUCk YOu, FUCK YOU!
got it out, triple word score thats 60pts.
So stand back, and let my rays kill you. Rays of lost love enhanced by deleted remorse.
got it out, triple word score thats 60pts.
So stand back, and let my rays kill you. Rays of lost love enhanced by deleted remorse.