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Chia's feelin So I admitted I had a problem. Nothing happened. Probably because I'm not sure what it is. Possibly lack of sleep. Either that, or no one cares enough to attempt anything? I mean, if you admit to people you feel suicidal, shouldn't that be a flaglight? How about to an entire class? My headaches are back, I'm not sure if it's from lack of sleep, or something else. What am I supposed to do? Act out? Gash bigger holes in my arms and show them off? Take up smoking? Heroin?(actually, I've always wanted to try that...idea: I steal a car and get myself caught shooting up a block away from school...) My mom was babbling about problems the school district is having with Mc Ateer kids, and mentioned to someone that I hadn't informed her of any riots. I told her I'd probably be in the riot. She was outraged. Shocked. She should have seen me in the mosh pit... I am becoming invisible. What I feared would happen did. With the removal of the tumor, I truly lost myself. There is really nothing left for me I want to become a phoenix, to fly away from everything, set myself aflame and be born again as someone else. i'll set the world on fire and leave it to burn in lies I have an obsession with flames today; I want to cut myself apart and burn each hurting piece to ashes. And the rest of me can go off to some lonely mountain where I can just isolate myself from everyone. I'll just sit up there, think, and listen to Taproot until my head explodes or I burn and melt the snow away.
Older Stuff:
don't be afraid of the future. it doesn't include you, it only removes you.
It is the duty of every patriot to protect his country from his government."
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