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grrrrrrrrr Hah. When was the last time I scared you away? Sorry for that. I didn't mean to. But I guess honest words can hit a little too close to home and I guess we aren't allowed to be honest with each other anymore. It hurts too much. Well another day, another question mark. If I was a brain surgeon I think I would just give everyone lobotomies. I don't understand it at all. Why do they spend years and millions of dollars trying to make people passive through these sneaky fucking ways when they could just cut out a tiny piece of brain? How much of a brain do you need to buy crap? How much of a brain do you need to do nothing, to not resist, to sit on a couch, to use a remote control. Fuck. Just give me a lobotomy so I don't have to get pissed that everyone else stumbles around seeming like they have one. I've lived a little too passionately. I've thrown my heart in the ring a few too many times. All the tears are dry now, and those wounds are just scars. Scar tissue is the best. Dried blood is the same as your smile. It does me about the same fucking amount of good. Here comes christmas. I hope Jesus brings me a playstation on his sleigh this year. Gosh I'm glad he was born, or this country might forget what capitalism is all about. Man. Was I always this angry? ----- where'd you go psycho boy? - 8:59 p.m. , April 30, 2005 the moments you wont remember - 12:01 a.m. , April 30, 2005 a disturbing last letter you will never read. - 6:36 p.m. , April 22, 2005 - - 11:14 p.m. , March 27, 2005 - - 6:32 p.m. , January 29, 2005 |