here's a thought: go fuck yourself. i like that no one reads this. that no one seems to remember it was here at all. that makes me happy.
i wrote my friend a story today. it was supposed to be cute and fluffy. it turned out sick and dark. for some reason whenever i start typing without thinking. the words always start out fluffy and become more vulgar as they go along.. all twisted and angsty. ::dies.:: ::is secretly addicted to angst.::
i hate when people have secrets. even though i have secrets. i just. don't like. not knowing things. it almost makes me feel like people are doing horrible, horrible things. dunno. it drives me crazy. hence the. "here's a thought: go fuck yourself." hide whatever the fuck you want. i'll eventually find out anyway. so fuck you. you shouldn't have hidden it from me in the first place. so fuck you. and just in case you didn't catch that. fuck you.
i still can't figure out whether or not i want to be dead. i'm constantly fantasizing about death. my big problem is just that i don't want to fuck it up. really. i can't afford to. i don't have the money for hospital visits. car repairs. things like that. you know? i'll want to die for days on end. and then suddenly. i'll want to live. because i suddenly realize that i hate everyone? i think i've figured out what i'll do with myself now: live. out of spite. ::shrug.::
i want to paint myself in my own blood. i want my skin to be nothing but scars. i want to be the most beautiful creature ever to live.
i feel like writing lately. i think maybe i'll try and get back into that? |