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Disregard the idea of normality. Find peace in void. Nothing changes the death and life of a creature, yet the creature changes itself at every moment of it's small existence.
I really wish I didn't know what I am talking about, better to be retarded then smart and insane.
Unfortunately, I'm a little bit of both. Kill me... Not my fault for being a schizophrenic sociopath in the disguise of a madman drunk hobo-person. Really.
One of the most annoying things that keep happening to me lately is lack of sleep and, as a result, weird dizzy-stuffiness in the head. I need sleeping pills, a pillow and my pink teddy bear. Maybe that'll help me, if not, I can always get a bottle of alcohol of some sort or shape and just get into bed after swallowing all the pills (and have a big gulp of the not so very 'life saving' liquid). I doubt any one would care about the bile on the pillow, well maybe mom, she hates cleaning (although, she rarely, if ever, does it). Guess dad will have to clean the mess. I wonder where they'll hide the body.
Regardless of my plans for the future, I'd better start doing something about my crappy present, that includes the 13th grade (it's like extra credit, except I need to pay to fail, where before it was free failure for all), the fact the army will be drafting my behind sooner then I can get a butt-plug.
Now, the fail-for-me-money I can deal with, the army, I'll live through, but where the fuck do I get a butt-plug?
And a piece of poetry to end the day.
' See a vision. Dreams shall come.
All I need, today I'm gone.
I'm still away, too hard to stay.
I won't be here, I won't betray.
And all I see, my eyes shall glaze,
Your scarred back, in shades of black. '
I really wish I didn't know what I am talking about, better to be retarded then smart and insane.
Unfortunately, I'm a little bit of both. Kill me... Not my fault for being a schizophrenic sociopath in the disguise of a madman drunk hobo-person. Really.
One of the most annoying things that keep happening to me lately is lack of sleep and, as a result, weird dizzy-stuffiness in the head. I need sleeping pills, a pillow and my pink teddy bear. Maybe that'll help me, if not, I can always get a bottle of alcohol of some sort or shape and just get into bed after swallowing all the pills (and have a big gulp of the not so very 'life saving' liquid). I doubt any one would care about the bile on the pillow, well maybe mom, she hates cleaning (although, she rarely, if ever, does it). Guess dad will have to clean the mess. I wonder where they'll hide the body.
Regardless of my plans for the future, I'd better start doing something about my crappy present, that includes the 13th grade (it's like extra credit, except I need to pay to fail, where before it was free failure for all), the fact the army will be drafting my behind sooner then I can get a butt-plug.
Now, the fail-for-me-money I can deal with, the army, I'll live through, but where the fuck do I get a butt-plug?
And a piece of poetry to end the day.
' See a vision. Dreams shall come.
All I need, today I'm gone.
I'm still away, too hard to stay.
I won't be here, I won't betray.
And all I see, my eyes shall glaze,
Your scarred back, in shades of black. '