You're lame.

[pinky_pseudonym]

It amazes me how the more and more exciting/eventful/important things happen in my life, the less I seem inclined to want to type it all out. It seems so futile. My life, my problems and silly adventures are teeny, tiny compared to everything else. I prefer to talk to people face-to-face and mutter crap to them there, or you know, I hate whiney emo bitches and guys who wear scarfs on stage. Go die.

Nothing is fucking love.

Fall to your knees are repent if you please!