Should I… blog again? I mean this is my diary, so…..
well……..
I think……..
sure?
I mean, why not go into a ten page tirade about how I’m sure my dead grandparents are sooooo proud of me, seeing me like this? And about all of those teachers, friends, people-of-influence, who were SO SURE that I would amount to something later on in life? I mean about how they would react, seeing this result of their efforts to encourage me, I guess, to “do my best”?
Well, you fucks, you failed. ALL OF YOU. Go fuck yourselves. Should’ve picked someone else to dote on. You should’ve known what I’d become. So FUCK YOU.
Losers.
You should’ve known about the fuckup inside of me, fighting to get out. I can’t believe you didn’t see it.
Hmmmmmn. Right.
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh UGHK. ACK. So drowsy, so drowsy, so dizzy and spinny. Room is going nuts, lol.
Yeah…. you shoulda known. You should’ve. What kind of a person wants to be with me? Losers. Blah.
Yeah.
Hmmmn. Oh wow, my head, lol. It’s floating away.
Good.
I hope it never comes back.
And take my soul while you’re at it, lol.
Not like it’s worth much, anyhow.
Hmmmph.
Yeah!
Yeah.
yeah…
Fuck.