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Only a few important people still read this. But they're so important that I'll write here instead of Myspace.....I like honest answers from people who matter more than the crap i get on MS anyway.
I want you to know I'm a horrible person.
I think death is funny. Like, last night when I was at drivers Ed....... The teacher man told a story about some lady that didn't check behind her car and ran over her 4 year old daughter....It was so hard not to laugh. I'm sorry?
I want to be a good person.... I want to not think that those things are the funniest things ever...
But for some reason I can't.... I can't be a better person. I can't keep the sane friends I do have.
I need people like me... . I need the sick fucks of this world....Because I feel comfortable with them.... And I love them more than I love myself.
(Which, most people don't know this, I love the shit out of myself. I hate myself for a few things....But I love myself for the same things. It makes me happy and I love myself but the fact that the reason I love myself is the reason some people hate me....I hate myself too...Does that make sense?)
Anyway. I think I'm done for now.
Look, mom, no hands.