hello, childs.
I'd tell you I have nothing to write about but that would be a lie. I have plenty to write about, I just don't know what you all care about. I don't really remember anything I want to say, anyway. So let's just take this from a nice zero.
I like commas. I like commas too much. Whenever I write anything for Dr. Kirk, he always crosses out a bunch of commas and says "no."
Two of my friends have gone missing again. Something inside says I should be missing them but right now I'm busy reminding somebody else I don't deserve the respect and attention I command.
It's weird. I know I like all of you nice people. Right now it just feels weird. There's no feeling happening. I'm nervous. There's no reason for anyone to make sacrifices for me or pay attention to me if I'm not even sure if I know what being a friend and giving someone loyalty are. I hope this is just a night. I really don't want to ever have to go through anything I've already had to go through ever again. I want someone to hold me right now, because I'm selfish and I want attention. I think I'm so fucking special, look at me, I'm a firework dud superstar. Tomorrow's a study. That's good. I've been possessed with this urge to write some big time philisophical paper. Something that people like you would take ideas away from and tell your friends. Of course, I'm not capable of anything like that. I think.
But didn't the Little Engine only make it because he thought he could?
Since when was it Thursday? I hate Thursdays.
I like commas. I like commas too much. Whenever I write anything for Dr. Kirk, he always crosses out a bunch of commas and says "no."
Two of my friends have gone missing again. Something inside says I should be missing them but right now I'm busy reminding somebody else I don't deserve the respect and attention I command.
It's weird. I know I like all of you nice people. Right now it just feels weird. There's no feeling happening. I'm nervous. There's no reason for anyone to make sacrifices for me or pay attention to me if I'm not even sure if I know what being a friend and giving someone loyalty are. I hope this is just a night. I really don't want to ever have to go through anything I've already had to go through ever again. I want someone to hold me right now, because I'm selfish and I want attention. I think I'm so fucking special, look at me, I'm a firework dud superstar. Tomorrow's a study. That's good. I've been possessed with this urge to write some big time philisophical paper. Something that people like you would take ideas away from and tell your friends. Of course, I'm not capable of anything like that. I think.
But didn't the Little Engine only make it because he thought he could?
Since when was it Thursday? I hate Thursdays.