I like to fuck dead bodies.
Suddenly I'm pretty goddamn scared. I was having a grand day, then all of a sudden I got these sudden surges of hate and depression. It's nothing new, it used to happen all the time, but not since I was a freshman. I'm not trying to sound like an emo piece of shit caught up in a whole lot of teenage angst either, so fuck off. I have one pack of cigarettes left and after that I'm done. I need to save my goddamn money and stop spending it like a goddamn fool. But anyhow. Everybody else have a great life because I'm not going to be around for awhile. I'm working a whooooooooole lot this week, so seeyah. Oh yeah, Napalm Death, Obituary, and Dead To Fall next week. See you there if you're going. PS-You stupid fuck, you know who you are. Stop calling me, stop walking past my house, stop trying to get in touch with me. I'm done with all of you fucking idiots with penis'. I'm done with guys.