There's One Born Every Minute...
I am pathetic. The fact that I barrate myself is pathetic. The fact that I wear my emotions on my sleeve is pathetic. Everything about me is fucking pathetic and that in itself is fucking pathetic. The fact that I'm writing in a goddam LIVE-FUCKING-JOURNAL! mainly to spur sympathy and pity from others is pathetic. The fact that I seriously want to kill myself is pathetic. The fact that I probably won't have the fucking balls to do so is pathetic. The fact that you're reading this is pathetic. The entire world, and existence, in-and-of-itself, is fucking absurd and PATHETIC. Motherfucker. Don't read this, it's seriously cathartic vommit. I just want you to feel sorry for me. Pathetic-ass-pathetic me. Well I guess I should have put that disclaimer at the BEGINNING of the entry. Well, in couple of weeks, since I don't have the balls to do anything to myself, I'll still be here and I'll probably come back and delete this bullshit entry; ashamed I ever wrote it in the first place. So read it while you can, and tell all your friends: "Brian is a fucking sucker."