So I Won't Stop Dying, Won't Stop Lying, If You Want I'll Keep On Crying

Does anyone else think that I complain a little too much here? C'mon, life ain't THAT bad.

okay, so it is. I LIED. i'm trying to do that a little less.

dammit. My computer won't let me open my story here because it's on AbiWord, not Microsoft.

I just wrote a review for 'I Am The Messenger'. I LOVE how it starts.

'The gunman is useless.

I know it.

He knows it.

The whole bank knows it.

Even my best mate, Marvin, knows it, and he's more useless than the gunman.'

You just HAVE to love this book.

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My dah wants to send me to counseling. He says that i keep everything too 'pent up' to be a 'healthy human being'. Psha, like i'm gonna open up to HIM.

like how i have issues with abandonment.

like how i'm afraid that i may be schizoid.

like how i've almost given up on life.

. . .yeah, i'm REALLY gonna go up to HIM about that crap.

. . . and i just cursed the computer's children for not letting me open my story on it. DAMN YOU, COMPUTER, AND ALL THAT YOU DO!!!!!!!!!!

Wow. i'm sorta bored. I REALLY wanted to type on my story, but the truth is that i've got a wee bit of writer's block. Nothing a little bus trip won't cure.

i just hope that the bus is ON TIME this time. tuesday, i had to wait a FUCKING HOUR for my mom to pick me up cause the bus driver played hooky.

So long, my friends. Love. Peace. And a jar of hair grease.

~Jink the EXTREMELY ANNOYED!! (damn, this computer is worse than my SIBLINGS! GAH!!)