and if?
and if the night ends the day dies do we cry and wonder why? and tomorrow begins with brand new sins do we start again or will it never end? do we pretend? do we unfriend? or just pretend to understand? my mind races on so many paces wondering in to so many places with [..more..]
arabs
arabs are those special kind of people who like to cause mayham in other countrys here are some examples they blow them selves up or crash a rigged plane into a building
Breathe
It hurts so much I am having trouble breathing. I thought I can get used to it but it is all just my own narcissistic opinion. I really want to disappear.
latino men
latino men usually have very small d***s and smell like cheese pizza they die there pubic hair purple and trip on LSD for a festival.When a latino man jack off if any sperm goes on there finger they have to lick it off
Insomnia
Every log on the fire marks a new hour. Each Step I take seems somehow louder than the last. With each consecutive movement, I grow less aware, and more awake Time for me, is no longer measured in hours, nor days. It is measured only in logs. And you, with your 24 hour time-clock, Do [..more..]
Stable
When you promised me stability, I wanted to believe you. I wanted so badly to bend myself into you, and to find structure. I am sorry, that when you promised me stability, I laughed at you. I am especially sorry that I called you stupid. If you knew how many people had promised me stability, [..more..]
Troll
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Leaving and not looking back
Recently I just want to leave and go somewhere no one knows me. I want to walk without a worry and meet new people who feel the same. Not having to worry about a single thing, not having to worry about what others think of you. Does such a reality exist? Maybe it does for [..more..]
Something.
I have something to say but it doesn’t really matter. Nobody cares what it is. They only care what they say. If I say you said this, you’ll just say you didn’t and ask for proof. Well, I’m sorry I don’t record what you say 24/7. You don’t even listen to yourself properly.
Is Someone There?
I’m sitting on my bed with a gun in my hand pointed at my head, but I don’t know if I can do this. I want to but my hand is shaking too hard. Oh god, what am I supposed to do?