( ihateyousomuchyoumotherfucker )

     It's Wednesday morning, and I've been thinking... maybe I haven't put all my effort into everything I'm complaining about. I've just been bitching and moaning about how sucky my life is, but I haven't really tried to fix it. I mean, I have, but not hard enough ( Read more... )

     It just occurred to me: am I ever going to get over my depression? Right when I think I am, I'm really not. In fact, the depression that starts after I think everything is okay is even worse than the breakdown I had before that one happened. It.... hurts. Is it possible for it to just turn into a distant memory? Why do I want it to be a memory ( Read more... )

     There's a whole lot of things I wanna say. In fact, there's a whole shitload! A whole fucked up shitload.

Amazing, isn't it?

Too bad I don't know where to start first. I can't even find it inside of me to start. But anyway, I'm just kinda sad because I can't talk to my best friend anymore, his phone got taken away and he can't go ( Read more... )

rawr.

   Yo, mah homeboys! Wussup mah gangsta crew? Y'all bein all Kanye wit' yo shutta shades and yo coo' baggy clothes, dawg?
    Hmm......
    I know what you're all thinking: "Shit, man, are you for real?" Here's the answer to your question: NO, I'm not for real. Not up there, anyway.
    What is rap music? Some guy with cool baggy clothes just talking ( Read more... )

    Everyone has a past, right? I mean, c'mon, who doesn't? Even Little Miss Perfect standing right behind you looking over your shoulder while you're reading has a past (hint, hint: she used to be a detective for the CIA of a secret agent spy tech company ( Read more... )