Everything's going great for me. it's all working out.

no

Each day crashes down and the big fake smiles are all that hold it together.

Everything I've promised I'd do.

Everything I'm expected to do.

Everything I told myself I'd do, and I'm still, wasting my life, doing nothing.

None of this makes sense.

Geometry, when I don't want to be an architect.

Spanish, when the fucking teacher doesn't even speak the language fluently?

Conceptual physics=common sense. No one wants to see chicken man waving his hands around like he's a raver in need of Ritalin.

And what do I get for my pain?

Just go ahead. drain it all. For every one person subconciously pleading with me to hold on, whispering it will get better, there are a thousand morons daring me to set my self aflame, deal with the sharp burst of pain and just screw the world out of it's sadistic joy in maiming my ideologies.

Everytime the world starts to not look like such a cesspool of crap, there's always someone who will just screw it all over, innocently or not. Jerks that sneer and glare, anjnoying as fuck little sophmores that can't take a fucking hint, petting your arm, stupid regulations about not being able to go to school drunk.

Dabbling in anorexia may be working for me, but my brain falls apart.

Dabbling in apathy works for me, but there's always the idiot that works their way under the surface.

I want to grab a meat tenderizer and slam it repeatedly into my face until I'm bleeding profusely and my nose is broken.

Fuck the world.

What did I ever do to you?

Older Stuff:
i'm a chargin mah laz0rz. - September 30, 2008
the summertime blues - June 21, 2008
my life so far - March 22, 2008
empty pockets - February 19, 2008
speech pattern changes - March 12, 2007

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."
- Thomas Payne