-nightsloth-

Time to spill my guts.
Well get a mop for the intestines and get ready to get confused.

I hate them. I hate them all. My parents, my sisters freinds, everyone in my school. And part of it was bad luck, in a way. A series of the most unfortunate events that taught me how life really works. And then the other part was Lindsey. No, I wont tell you, because it's WAY too pitiful. So pitiful it makes me want to slam my fucking head into my desk so many times my ears bleed. And then maybe I'll get brain damage. Become a retard and be ohhh so blissfully happy chewing my applesauce. Becaus there's one thing I've been taught over the last year. Ignorace is bliss. I'd heard it so many times before, and now I realize that those three words are perhaps the most ingenious I've ever heard. And now here I sit. Preparing to go back to hell and cover up all my hurting inside by acting wierd. I wear a mask in school. A big one. And it used to be the other way around. Wearing the mask in front of the one person I can relate to just a little, or now at least, and being bubbly happy without having to try at school.Yeah, and maybe some of you would want to know who that one person is? It's Paul. And that seems pathetic to me. My whole life structure seem pathetic to me. Because it is. I'm pathetic. Ohhh sooooo pathetic. But Not ignorant. I'm intelligent. And I probably spelled intelligent wrong, and that's the pathetic part. *sigh* Whatever. I can't type for much longer. So whatever. We're all pathetic. There are some of us that realize it. And do you know what we do? We sit back, listen to emo, and get lost in the music, let it make us forget about how much everything in general just sucks. Whatever. t-t-t-t-t-t-thats all folks.might as well read my journal now. All of it. From my very first entry to this one. Because I'm not posting again, and this'll all go away marc 8th. Bu-Bye

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