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Five shades of red adorn me today and I am three comments away from going to Los Angeles and firing the fashion critics myself. Who cares what I wear, good or not shut up, I am tired of you and the handicapped kid in my class won't stop haranging the teacher about how her weekend went and I do not know how much longer I can think 'SHUT THE FUCK UP' before it slips out and spews all over his face. Does that make me a bad person, I don't really care but there is a part of me that tells me I should, today I don't here that voice so much. Oops.
I don't know what it is but something about being...not sober for 3 days in a row really kills your brain, at least when you are on a medication like mine. Maybe I should try harder than I used to but I don't know if too hard is ever still good enough when it comes to the past because I used to think so skewed and this kid needs to be slapped and he won't shut the hell up and I am going to kill the teacher and give the kid 25% extra time to clean up her corpse. That should make everyone happy, no?
Valentine's day is upon us and I am still without cause or reason, but I am going to give Austin a valen-something of some sort. He knows this already and we will do the exchanging on Saturday, or Sunday, whatever day we can land one another within 10 miles of one another seeing as how we are both too flighty to hold plans.
My writing has been very fast paced and sordid. All the thoughts streaming out in a non organized and in the end resulting chaotic pattern. Who knows that I may never really get better and never really will anyone know how absolutely insane I really am but trust me the depths to which I can go are unfathomable and no winds can reach the far stretches of the universe that lie within my soul. Boundless and earthless they plane across darkness and existential time to only surpass the unborn limits of my imagination to which I can only cling for so long before I wither into the person I really am. Bored.
OK, enough free writing. Later Chos
I don't know what it is but something about being...not sober for 3 days in a row really kills your brain, at least when you are on a medication like mine. Maybe I should try harder than I used to but I don't know if too hard is ever still good enough when it comes to the past because I used to think so skewed and this kid needs to be slapped and he won't shut the hell up and I am going to kill the teacher and give the kid 25% extra time to clean up her corpse. That should make everyone happy, no?
Valentine's day is upon us and I am still without cause or reason, but I am going to give Austin a valen-something of some sort. He knows this already and we will do the exchanging on Saturday, or Sunday, whatever day we can land one another within 10 miles of one another seeing as how we are both too flighty to hold plans.
My writing has been very fast paced and sordid. All the thoughts streaming out in a non organized and in the end resulting chaotic pattern. Who knows that I may never really get better and never really will anyone know how absolutely insane I really am but trust me the depths to which I can go are unfathomable and no winds can reach the far stretches of the universe that lie within my soul. Boundless and earthless they plane across darkness and existential time to only surpass the unborn limits of my imagination to which I can only cling for so long before I wither into the person I really am. Bored.
OK, enough free writing. Later Chos