The Human Internet
Dear Readers,
They say that what you do is what you become. So if I am always on the fucking internet then I must be the internet! Excellent. I'm stuck in 5th period school time. Yep. I passed and completed my Economics class so I don't have to worry about going there. Nope, not at all. Fuck. Nothing to write. Fuckity, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck. Ah, well.
Such a catastrophy. No one had the chance to stop you, and nobody cared. Nice. I imagine little children playing with savage dogs and flowered trees hanging from corporate montrousities. The day is bright and full of clouds which seem to drizzle warm rain... and I wonder why such things are possible. I never imagined that things of such accord could be taken into consideration with such a sober state of mind. Realize that none of us are ever sober. None of us will ever be.
With that said and done I leave you now with a question. When the hell will I ever realize that girls don't like me? Hahaha, okay. You can stop reading now. From this point on I will do much complaining. I can't get girls, nope. I look like crap. (As you can so plainly see from my previous entry.) ...and finally, I am fucking boring. I probably bored you to the point where you are not even reading this! Oh well. I'm writing to myself.
Yours Truly,
Ruddy.
They say that what you do is what you become. So if I am always on the fucking internet then I must be the internet! Excellent. I'm stuck in 5th period school time. Yep. I passed and completed my Economics class so I don't have to worry about going there. Nope, not at all. Fuck. Nothing to write. Fuckity, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck. Ah, well.
Such a catastrophy. No one had the chance to stop you, and nobody cared. Nice. I imagine little children playing with savage dogs and flowered trees hanging from corporate montrousities. The day is bright and full of clouds which seem to drizzle warm rain... and I wonder why such things are possible. I never imagined that things of such accord could be taken into consideration with such a sober state of mind. Realize that none of us are ever sober. None of us will ever be.
With that said and done I leave you now with a question. When the hell will I ever realize that girls don't like me? Hahaha, okay. You can stop reading now. From this point on I will do much complaining. I can't get girls, nope. I look like crap. (As you can so plainly see from my previous entry.) ...and finally, I am fucking boring. I probably bored you to the point where you are not even reading this! Oh well. I'm writing to myself.
Yours Truly,
Ruddy.