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Today was really zombified.
I got out of bed because my alarm clock grew sharp teeth and tried to eat me.
I feel a bit strange because my mind will not shut up, and I'm horny, and I can't get ahold of my crack dealer.
I'm so discouraged. People suck. Love sucks. Sex is good but it's just not accessable enough sometimes.
Last night I had to masturbate twenty times. I'm so horny. Click here to see my website.
I want to tell the world to go get fucked.
I am sharpening my knives so that I can go cut myself repeatedly and watch the blood swell out and lick it off, suck the cuts, until they stop bleeding and then make another. Rinse. Repeat.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here are some photos of a candle shoved up my cunt. I was going to light it, but I figured it would turn on too many of you pervs to see hot candle wax running down my shaved pubis. I was also going to pull a Rotten.com and throw in some needles piercing the labia, but again... FUCKING PERVS!
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said that I'm dying of ennui. I should tell all of you that I love you and that you all make me sick. And I DO NOT HAVE bipolar disorder.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you exactly what instrument to use to off yourself.
Goodbye cruel world.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with... Hey, and hay, is for horses. Leave a comment and tell me what I should have for breakfast... and what I should masturbate with when I go to bed tonight. Just lemme be your slave.
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I got out of bed because my alarm clock grew sharp teeth and tried to eat me.
I feel a bit strange because my mind will not shut up, and I'm horny, and I can't get ahold of my crack dealer.
I'm so discouraged. People suck. Love sucks. Sex is good but it's just not accessable enough sometimes.
Last night I had to masturbate twenty times. I'm so horny. Click here to see my website.
I want to tell the world to go get fucked.
I am sharpening my knives so that I can go cut myself repeatedly and watch the blood swell out and lick it off, suck the cuts, until they stop bleeding and then make another. Rinse. Repeat.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here are some photos of a candle shoved up my cunt. I was going to light it, but I figured it would turn on too many of you pervs to see hot candle wax running down my shaved pubis. I was also going to pull a Rotten.com and throw in some needles piercing the labia, but again... FUCKING PERVS!
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said that I'm dying of ennui. I should tell all of you that I love you and that you all make me sick. And I DO NOT HAVE bipolar disorder.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you exactly what instrument to use to off yourself.
Goodbye cruel world.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with... Hey, and hay, is for horses. Leave a comment and tell me what I should have for breakfast... and what I should masturbate with when I go to bed tonight. Just lemme be your slave.
Created with the Gregor's Semi-Automatic LiveJournal Updater™. Update your journal today!