You know those annoying little computer-generated tests where you have to copy a string of distorted letters and numbers? . . .
. . Well, they always say,
so i got to thinking about this and decided that all my mistakes, all the distorted truths i've told and the way i look and the mistakes i make, and have made. i decided that that's the only way i can tell that i'm human.
i feel so very stupid. i feel so lame. there's something really comforting in admitting you're not invincible though, it's like having deep, restfull sleep but waking up feeling tired still, until eventually you force yourself to stay awake just long enough to reveal everything that was hidden from your lidded eyes.
. . .people that should be taking care of me are forcing me to turn against myself, well you know what?
fuck em'. that's the best i can do right now. they're not worth any of me.
i bet my dad thinks he's pretty fucking smart, going in my room and throwing away my blacks while i was at school. hey dad, there's such a thing as opening up the bag of trash and taking them out, you dumb fuck. and way to hide the empty bottle. you're so much more of a pre-pubescent child than i am.