Sunday, January 04, 2004
Sometimes: Excerpts from the Mind of a Madman
Sometimes I wonder why I keep posting on this stupid site. It's always a bunch of crap that no one wants to read. Well, I do guess I'm wrong there. Almost a hundred people for each month this pathetic site has been up. Enjoy reading horribly-articulated non-sympathy-stirring agony, do ya? Well, get some better taste in literature because I'm tired of writing shit. Believe me, there's more than plenty to write, but now my privacy has been destroyed. I lost the joy of writing because of all the stupid comments everyone makes on my "work." So don't tell me about how much you hate it or what was funny because I don't want to hear it. I brought some of this on myself by advertising it, but it was always my own private safe haven, FUCKINGCOCKSUCKINGSTUPIDSHITMOTHERFUCKERS.
Seems like the new year isn't as happy as wished for at all. Everyone is still a bunch of bastards.(Which is funny, me calling everyone but myself a bastard.) And it seems the shit never ends. I want to finish school, but I want to leave, too. School will always be last priority to anything, but it helps with the other ones after it's gone, supposedly. I could stand living blue collar, though. I'd hate working 40 hours a week, but that's inescapable. So I guess I'm out of here soon. By spring break is projected. By summer at latest. So if I don't see you, rot in hell, ya stupid bastards.
"So I pray and wait for a sign from my guides. They help me proceed as I lay and dream of a future."
P.S. That rot in hell isn't for everyone, just most.
Sometimes I wonder why I keep posting on this stupid site. It's always a bunch of crap that no one wants to read. Well, I do guess I'm wrong there. Almost a hundred people for each month this pathetic site has been up. Enjoy reading horribly-articulated non-sympathy-stirring agony, do ya? Well, get some better taste in literature because I'm tired of writing shit. Believe me, there's more than plenty to write, but now my privacy has been destroyed. I lost the joy of writing because of all the stupid comments everyone makes on my "work." So don't tell me about how much you hate it or what was funny because I don't want to hear it. I brought some of this on myself by advertising it, but it was always my own private safe haven, FUCKINGCOCKSUCKINGSTUPIDSHITMOTHERFUCKERS.
Seems like the new year isn't as happy as wished for at all. Everyone is still a bunch of bastards.(Which is funny, me calling everyone but myself a bastard.) And it seems the shit never ends. I want to finish school, but I want to leave, too. School will always be last priority to anything, but it helps with the other ones after it's gone, supposedly. I could stand living blue collar, though. I'd hate working 40 hours a week, but that's inescapable. So I guess I'm out of here soon. By spring break is projected. By summer at latest. So if I don't see you, rot in hell, ya stupid bastards.
"So I pray and wait for a sign from my guides. They help me proceed as I lay and dream of a future."
P.S. That rot in hell isn't for everyone, just most.
// posted by Unknown @ 6:46 PM 
