Hey guys. Sorry it's been such a long time since my last post. I've been doing everything from reading to writing to knitting to beating up small children. It's pretty fun, if you ask me. But I'm here right now to discuss some . . . head games with you.
Have you ever been so mad at yourself - just so fucking angry - that you just want to take up arms against yourself so you can feel something other than that writhing anger that's sitting right underneath your skin? I feel like that right now.
I hate myself. I'm a horrible person. I'm chock full of mistakes in a world that demands perfection in every aspect. I'm a scarred human being in a world where flawless skin is required not to be a freak and get stared at. I'm the anomaly that politicians are fighting to rid our schools of. I'm the odd man out - even in a group of people just like me. I . . am nothing.
Life has seen enough of the person that I claim to be. I try to change, and it's no good.
I have nothing, I am nothing, and the majority of the people who claim to care don't give a fuck if I live or die.
. . . . .
Okay, Emo Corner's over. I'm sorry, but I just had to get it out. I haven't talk to an actual human being - as in, using my voice to speak aloud to someone who constitutes as a biped - since I can't remember when. It's been a hell of a summer, THAT'S for sure.
And I'm still here . . .
~Jink, who's listening to Kill All Your Friends
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