no tongue pierced. no johnny knoxville glasses. no maroon5 concert. no chuck palahniuk books. no boyfriends met in recordstore. no money found on pavement. no perseverance to write book. no mother. no best friend. no understandment. no chestnuts.

my life is a vicious circle. want things. not get them. fall over myself in self-pity. why do i have to want things? why does desire & craving still form part of my soul when nothing i've wanted has ever been given to me.

somebody please blow my brains out & put me out of this suffering.

yeah&uhuh

NEW SHIT.
OLD SHIT.
DON'T EMAIL ME.
ETCETERA.
FANK YOU.
UNCOOL.