Lost without nothing
Ok back in brisbane. Have been for a long time. Have you ever had one of those years when nothing goes right. And when you think that nothing else can possibly go wrong it does. And you think it again and again something goes wrong again.
I have been through hell these past few months. A friend died in a freak accident, my depression got to its lowest, i tried to die(unfortunatly it didn't work), i ended up in a psychiatric ward and now i am on more drugs than a street junkie all prescribed though. Unfortunatly they don't seem to work either. I see a shrink every week. And today the only thing that mattered to me was stolen. My entire collection of cd's. Around 140 of them. Our house was broken into and they took money and my cds. I wouldn't have cared if they took my cd player or my clothes or anything else but they managed to steal the only think that makes me feel remotly ok. I am nothing. I am nobody. I am lost. When the police find the prick that stole my life i will take to him with the biggest sharpest object i can find and beat the bastard till he bleeds and feels like me. I will make a special appearance at his court hearing. The police know who he is and i will hunt him down and make his life a living hell. Unfortunatly he messed with one of the most fucked up people on this earth and has no idea what i am capable of. Never point your finger at a crazy person. We bight. HARD. Down with the fucker.