I'm going to kill myself in 3 minutes.
In three minutes I'm going to put a gun in my mouth and splatter brain all over the wall... actually no, I'm not. I'm totally just fucking around. I can't sleep, and I sorta wanna die, but brain is just so hard to get off the walls, so I'll find another way to do it, or fall asleep first. Y'know it takes a whole lot of wanting to die to kill yourself. I'd probably starve to death if I were that depressed. I'd just shrivel up and waste away. Actually I think this mood is largely due to me crashing after a crazy weekend. Because simultaneous with my thoughts of self-dismemberment and auto-aerosolization, there is a running stream of semi-maniacal laughter in my mind. I usually keep that crazy clown locked in a room so his laughter doesn't make it to my mouth. That would be bad... they'd know I'm crazy. Of course the fact that I talk to myself about killing elves is a big clue already. Anyway, I just felt like posting. Sometimes if i let cRaZy ThOuGhTs out onto a digital media they leave my head for a while. EXCEPT FOR THIS FUCKING CLOWN IN MY HEAD WHO WON'T STOP LAUGHING!!!! He's keeping me awake. I'm gonna go stick a marlin spike through my ear and teach that psycho a lesson!!
Peace.
Peace.