So I think, after verbally throwing up all over my blog page, that I am truly writing for myself. I tried to convince myself that I was doing it for someone else; being the true friend. Ha! What a fucking joke. I write these things and I do in a sense feel better or grasp the issue at hand a little more than before. When I write and no one responds I do not get bummed out by it. I know how this world works, myself included. You want a stimulus but give no response. You need interaction but do not speak your opinion. It's pure entertainment. It's not an exchange of ideas or thoughts on any uncertain electronic level. It's like watching a television show and witnessing absurd acts from the safety of your comfortable Lazy Boy. You don't have to be embarrassed. You dont have to stretch your neck out for the chopping block. We love the blood though, all sticky and disgusting. We need more blood and guts to calm the masses! More of those personal feelings splashed onto the floor! We need a mental breakdown for fucks sake!
I am going off properly eh? Just like you would expect from me. Why doth thou froth at thy mouth my son? Fuck if I know. It is Thursday. I am pissed. I hate people today. I am not satisfied in any way. Life has gotten me down. There is no entertaining notion. I am leaving for a couple weeks. Seeya bitches.
March 22nd, 2007
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