FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU.

I FUCKING HATE WHEN THINGS GO A BAD WAY.
NOT EVEN MY WAY OR YOUR WAY.
A BAD WAY.
A WAY THAT MAKES EVERYONE UNHAPPY.
AND I WISH MY FATHER WERE SANTA CLAUSE. OR MR ROGERS. OR SOMEONE THAT HAS THOSE EYES THOSE KIND EYES THOSE UNDERSTANDING EYES. YES I HATE THE WORLD
YES I HATE YOUR WORLD THE WORLD
YES I HATE MYSELF
YES I HATE IT

YES I HATE BRIDGES.
THAT FUCKING MONSTER BRIDGE ALL GREEN AND SPOOKY
AND I HATE THAT I'M SUCH A STUPID KID.
AND I HATE WHEN I TALK TO YOU AND YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT
LIKE WORSE THAN SHIT
LIKE IMMATURE OR WORSE... IGNORANT.
i am not ignorant.
i am a lot of fucking things immature is the least of it, but i'm not fucking ignorant.
and one day i'd just like to fucking kill that pain.
those Lies.
people who do nothing but disagree. because That is what we do.
and i hate it.
and i fucking hate it.
and i understand it. For fucks sake i...i'm not less than you.

i'm not less than you. that's all i'm saying. i'm not trying to prove that i'm anything. i'm not anything. i'm just a lonely kid on this end of this place. and i don't mean shit. i Know. but that's the point, i do know that at least.
i don't think i am any better than anyone else, because... SERIOUSLY god said we're all equal, isn't that right?
what does it matter whether god exists or whether right is left or left is right or cecilia berry is really cecilia donato, which she isn't anyway. it's just the equality. That black is the same as white that calico is worth just as much as striped. i'm being honest. i'm Always being honest.
and i feel like i don't belong here.
because nobody respects that.
like...not like that.
i don't mean it like...bad.
i'm just feeling like i am less than you.
you being everybody.
and i'm not. and i know that.
and i'm just trying to figure out why i feel like that if nobody ever did anything to make me....
fuckin
i gotta get the phone

dammit
i have a cavity, i know it.
i have been home for like an hour and a half
and i am expected of this
like thunderstorms
like things are going to change

like clean the fucking dishes
like seriously.
like.
i didn't break the car,
i just want to leave this fucking place

sammys inside
and you give me that look
and they don't acknowlege you SO WHAT
and you don't acknowlege them
things go
Both Ways
with bothe.
with an e.
extra capitalism
lissy's growling


prove you
yes YOU
kuso otousan
goshimpai naku or Whatever
i like mustard so
i'm typing lefthanded

but when i saw christ on parade
and this is boston not l.a.
i knew you were the one.

yeah.
cheese with mustard,
it deserves a theme song.
heck yes.
i <3 it

I want a picture of me like
with my arms spread out
because
I’m jesus.
and I’m like holy
with this expression on my face like, my child

hahaha.


mambo numba 5!

I WANT CHEESE WITH MUSTARD ON IT! i know that sounds gross
but i hecka think i'm gonna eat some.. like in kangaroo land, where we know that breath mints are from de-hooved horses
which is PETA status
like the t-rex with the carrot and the no fur sticker
because he is a vegan.
heck yeah.
and the fuckin thing. with the upside down head!
i LOVE kj!
i LOVE roxxy!
I LOVE CHRIS KATTAN!
Fuck i hate school
but that is no big deal
when it is december 20th and it is 4:30!
Duh.
time to study economic terms
i'm totally wasting time because i don't like econ.
i think
therefore i am!
so i'm kickass like a panda.
watch me fail, kids!

i feel bad
when i mean it
and you look at me like i'm crazy
and i mean every word i say because i am the mocha childe.

you know me.
he knew me.
and he can explain me with two words:
She's Crazy.
and anthony won't believe him
but i talk to him a lot more than i talk to anthony
and it is the truth
and i am the truth
remember that stupid book by steven king?
remember how much you hate steven king?
i can't stand it.
and here i am
standing it.
going rawrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!
oh my my my!!
wahoo!
silly boy with cornbread in your hand!
Why have you fallen down?!

but it never made sense
because i'm talking crazy.
even she knows it.

and that wasn't even one stephan king book it was like six of them because THAT motherfuckers crazy, not me!

i know, i know.
so i laugh.

and I go: There is no way you can care.
I am trying to turn you away.
I am worrying about my dad.
I am worrying about my world.
I am worrying about how to spell concrete.
I am worrying about you worrying about your mom.
I am cecilia rose anne berry
(rosanne berry)
and we can make it if we try.
on the real.
I can make it.

in one second,
is truth.
Anything. and I mean that with all my soul. My soul is probably no bigger than the eraser of a number two pencil. I feel about that big. I imagine. like that Fucking book that is whoopie goldberg. or whatever.

I am my Own fucking english language mr chollet so don’t you dare flunk me

I gave Mandy my tarot cards.
I’m going to get some more for myself.
but those still went way back with me.
and I sort of miss them.
and I sort of miss me.
I sort of miss…me.
I can’t explain the way I feel without sounding nuts, or sounding sad or sounding something I am not.
which is easily explained because you can’t miss yourself unless you aren’t.
right?
I’m laughing
right now I am fuckin smiling because I can’t even figure out myself.
I feel like that girl on corky ramano that looks at him like What the Fuck are you talking about you fucking Crackhead!?
if you know what i mean.

I’m just trying to be honest
I’m always lying
I fucking hate it

and I want to tell you the truth.

I’m just trying to walk home in the rain, but I’m picked up like a hooker.
when I’m wearing my cow pants, and I’m holding a sock in my hand. with a hippo on it.

and I’m confusing myself more than I’m confusing you, because I…
can you believe I never saw a sloth?

trying to be Real.
Really Confusing.

that is all that comes from this mouth.
these fingertips,
confused.

Amada Berkey can look at me like I am a fool.
and I am a fool, like I am a fool.
but she will never feel the way a fool feels.
giddy and self absorbed.
letting you reel em in.
you’re a real fisherman.

and I am confused.

because I’m trying to look at it through your eyes
condemning
I am trying to look at it through your eyes through my eyes
with my mind
confusing.
and the fuse is the most important part.

I’m trying to explain life.
it’s two cabbies trying to explain life.
it’s a cancer patient trying to explain the pain
It is me.
eating a pomegranate.

this is a girl who comes from the pills.
this is a world that came from its fathers balls.
this is a girl who loves to watch the world go by. in circles.
Did you notice that the trees have lost their leaves?

this is a girl who is crying.
right. now.
who’s lying.

these are the clues as I see them:
fnord.
hell.
pills.
comma faults
hospital gowns
good luck
bad luck
star fruit
cats
aluminum foil
punks with magnets on their feet
boys with camouflage
25 cent machines

I can’t run that far.
Fuck.
when your leg reads: I COME FROM HELL, PILLS, LONELY, YOU, HATE, LOVE, TESTICLES. and you know that you wrote that, but you don’t know why.
when you scratch your head and your skin flakes off.
then you have to pick the flakes out of your red hair, and you go ARGHHH!!!
so instead you put it in a pigtail and go on a pill search.
I’m sick of pills
I wish for pills
I almost wrote piss, and that would have been heckah funny

and I do that stupid half laugh

and I let nofx seep into my brain
and I love it enough to search for the pills


and RAWR!
I go like this:





so take your stupid jacket

How can I say that my problems are any more important than anyone elses? I can’t.
Stevie Saunders, who can’t read the word “motorcyclists”
Simone Dowsett whos mom is having gastric bypass surgery tomorrow.
Mark Ortiz who is on the verge of getting kicked out of his grandmas house for destroying the car, third time.
Cecilia Berry on the verge of failing her classes.
On the brink of self destruction.
I feel like I can’t keep doing this.
I hate when people laugh at Stevie.
I hate when people act like their problems are so much bigger than everyone elses.
When they act like people put them down so hard, like they don’t turn around and do the exact same thing.
everyone.
it’s fucked up.
and it makes me want brass knuckles.
and I want to call janine
because she is like my sister.
and it makes me want to throw people off something high, just for being there.

I want to cry.
Shelby said don’t be sad. I told her that all the other people who were sad were rubbing off on me, so she said be happy, because me and dina are happy. And she said, in fact, feel mediocre because some people are happy and some people are sad.
and that’s it, isn’t it.

and who am I to you?
and who am I to anyone?
and what would I be doing Now, if I got that one math question right?
I’m confused,
is that what they call fate?

do I fucking care?
do I want you?
I know I want to be having withdrawals
I want to feel your pain. I want someone to punch me in the face. To fucking kick me in the stomach. To force it upon me.
I don’t know what I want.
I just want to feel normal.
I just want to take two placebos and you can call me lame.
I’ll listen to nofx.
I fuckin love nofx
don’t you dare tell me to turn it down.

I wish I had blood
I wish I had red.
I wish I had wings
and I wish I had some popcorn. yeah. no.
I
I
I
I wish I were that smart.
I wish I were that lame
I wish I could count on that
I wish I knew what I’m fuckin talking about

I don’t feel like this is healthy.

I came home
mark busted the tire
and he
meth?
I don’t know
and she hasn’t come home, I guess
heroin addicts
they stole victorias bras for the elastic so they could tie their arm for
(heroin addicts)
and they stole
and I’m confused
and I’m alone
and my stomach fucking Hurts.

I miss kj.
dammit
I’m wishing for pills
I’m wishing for lame
I’m wishing for hope,
I wish I didn’t sound this bad
I’m not this bad
I’m fine.
I
am good.

property of __________
cecilia rose anne berry
cecilia rosanne berry
I fucking hate myself.


see how i fucking go back and forth?
and i go
i love cecilia berry
i hate cecilia berry

and chloe and ashley just walk around the school every lunch.
no matter what cecilia berry thinks

and that is crazy, foo.

it's okay! allow yourself a little hate!
hatred is not so bad, when directed at injustice.
you can turn the other cheek, just don't turn the other way.
Enemy of the planet, we finally have a common aim!
A reason to forget about our differences and stand as a united front!
it’s up to us, we must expose, humiliate American errorists
we’ll start with one:
The
war
has
just begun!

dang
what really sucks now is that there are no more pills.
not that they would really do anything for me.
but i would love to be stoned right now.
i would love to be high.
angels we have heard on high.
sweetly sings the donkey. what bullshit! donkeys do not sing sweetly they like...bray
i hate mr. kendell
i hate mr. johnson
i can not wait until june 9th.
or eighth, whatever
98 school days
damn woah damn
i want some D-r-u-g-s
every day i want drugs
i miss kj
i miss roxxy
i miss sam
oh, sam is in my pocket! hell yeah!
the rest of those bastards are in my backpack
but sam is the best
and the fat guy with the rat on his shoulder
but i wanted to see dick and henriettas kids!
but...vanessa was already on the bus
dang! i wanted to see those sheep!
i am happy today
it's a good thing
but..
i have to put my hair in a ridiculous ponytail (ricockulous) because it's all whack-flavor you know what i mean
i
love
nofx

and it is time for me to GO GO GO!

i love xiu xiu too
fuck yeah
america!

what do they got that i ain't got?
courage.

i want to feel this
i hate not feeling this
i want to see them.
in front of me
in back of mee
500 mgs

i like kj a lot.

i see
then i must leave
but first i'll caress
this rusty kettle

i like it when the red water comes out
back and forth
front to back to left to right to write
twizzlers
so what's the bad news

i am sick of zombie movies
zombie dreams
teeth
wants
alleluia
canon

we miss the oboe

i'm lost
i'm whack
cecilia berry don't take no guff from those swine.

do re me fa so la ti do
lost in
lost out

break it
fake it
go lakers!
starbucks
peppermint
sick to my stomach

this what we call absurd
and this is what we call youth and this is the most formulated plan in the world
and we'll fly now to boscow to marry who will stand to be merry
he who laughs
you know the entire dance
and we've been doing the same dance steps since birth
since birth of self
since you are not going to be reborn the least i can do is walk on the sand with you
we go to the beach when it is beach day
we go to the kitchen when it is kitchen minute
we go to war when bush is president
and there is nothing new in my guestbook

watch out!
what a cute little duck
how my head itches itches itches
this is not the hunchback of notre dame
there is only black sheep
same texture same temperature different color

i am a different color
i am the color that only blind people say
so that makes me fnord
i am fnord

silencia
nocha


we looked like giants.

this is the night
what a beautiful night
and they call it bella note

fuckin
i love gloves they make me so happy
i make me so happy
you've got it going on
i'm in love with the muffin man
who lives next door
with a baby inside
typing
slowly
like the tin man
like the little tin soldier
who stares and stares and runs and hides
mr. hyde
i hate homosexuals and i would never be friends with on ever
marsha 
mufasa mufasa mufasa
it tingles me

drew barrymore
i mean drew
drew wills
he knows whats up because him and me the king and i both learned the dance to agustas gloop
he will not be harmed
doo doo doo du du doo doo
i'm running from the rain
dodging the yellow submarine
i am a complete wealing
eraserhead eraserhead
i know i'm home alone
home alone two
glen glen glen!
it was time to watch donny darko
it was time to study study study
fuck that

i love brushing my teeth
i hate white socks
i hate light colors
i hate when the light is on and it's unnessasary
i love when i try to stand up and find that it is very hard to do so.
i wish i had given blood
i don't need it.
who even knows what's real and what isn't

on erowid, a lot of people have hallucinations about insects or crabs or spiders.
i mostly see people i know
like mr johnson
and emily berry
and photographs on the wall that turn into West and Tony
toni?
whatever floats your boat
whatever floats your kangaroo
like the television
alyssa turning off the tv
auditory hallucinations
wait
light up light up
as if you have a choice
nofx is the bomb
yes.
the bomb

bye bye baby i can't believe it
these people just shot my baby

it's hit me
it has definate
it was definate
i am lost
i am found
i am my very own missing puzzle piece
i have cottonmouth, big time

i feel like throwing up

i've felt like that for 2 days now
should i?

i'm cold
i'm not
i'm sick of this shit

i hate sleeping pills
i hate nausea
i hate the sound of music with jule andrews
i hate mary tyler moor
i am loathesom
i'm impossible
i am a popsicle
i am cat in the hat

she can do the pom poms
she can do the twist
but most of all she can kiss kiss kiss
k i s s

i am bennie and the jets
i am the house on mango stree
and i hate putting out fires.

i am cold
and i don't know why
and it is odd to type with gloves on
but i kind of like it
because i feel like david duchoveny
even though i can't spell shit
well, i can spell shit s h i t
but yeah

i cannot stop rambling
and i try
i really do and that is pretty fucked up

i do not think about anything worthwhile
that's pretty sad.
i shall send love letters now

uh
i'm reading on erowid
and all these people doing the same thing as me
and i took 10
which is 500 mgs
which is perfect i think
even a bit much for my weight
but
i just want to hallucinate
i love being here.

i was thinking about kj earlier
and i don't remember what i was thinking exactly
but it was very positive
because he's perfect.
i think that's what it was.
hahahahha
god i'm not even fucked up
i'm just retarded
i love it
fuckin
glen keeps freaking me out because he's sitting on the couch
and i keep forgetting he's there but there there THERE HE IS!
ahhaha 
i love it
!
and i love that song
i love the witches
i love japanese
and i love korean
and i love jdskjglsdgj!!
whatever the hell that means
but i hate psoriasis
but psoriasis= mr no big deal
mofuckah!
oh man oh man

i miss kj
i miss janine
i heckah miss victoria and remo
=(

my hands are cold i want gloves
i shall go glove myself

all right!
all i have to do is this!
when you put a ! after everything you seem happy!
then you look at it!
and you are happy!!
BULLSHIT I CAN'T HEAR YOU! i bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose!
only steers and queers come from Texas and you don't look like a steer to me!!
oh god!
and now i'm okay. not happy. not grand, not spectacular. but i'm okay
and i'm wearing white socks
but at least my toes aren't cold
and at least i smell like cat shampoo instead of cow shit.
that is a good thing.
i have clothes
that is a good thing
i have glen
that is a good thing
i wonder, how was king kong?
i almost wrote "i wonder, why did i take those pills"
and i shook my head and i go "i will never wonder why i take those pills"
FUCK!
i...don't know what's wrong or whats right.
i know what makes me smile:
chinese food
glen
the fucking sound of music! Oh my GOD! yesterday was so happy! every minute was fuckin great! i had this...happy just hidden inside me! too bad its gone, that was awesome. but anyway, the point is this!!!
my mom turned on the TV and we watched dawn of the dead which rocked shit.
then we flipped channels and something was starting on channel 6
and it was the mountains all snowy and we were guessing what it was about
and my mom goes "its a movie about a bear!" and i was all WHAT!? its not about a bear!
then i watched more mountains and i thought it was the great panda adventure or whatever and i'm all oh! you mean the great bear mountain! i mean... The great panda express!!
and i fucking cracked up because its not about a train! then my mom goes that's a resteraunt!
and we laughed some more
then it starts zooming in on some ugly guy
and i'm all its a movie about some ugly guy
but it turns out it's a female because she has a dress
so i go it's a movie about some ugly girl
and it zooms in and my mom's all It's Julie Andrews!
and she sings "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC"
and i could not stop laughing!
because it was like on superman "its a bird its a plane its superman!" but even better because it was julie andrews bursting into song
and we're watching that movie in chorus
so it was spectacular!


and remembering that makes me smile
and i took those pills already
which sucks
because i am so not going to be sober in a while
fuckin julie andrews

i fuckin love it.

hello, today. you make me vomit. you bring rain and pain and everything wretched.
so opposite
i am wearing pants. i am wearing white socks. i fucking hate white socks. i fucking hate pants. i'm wearing underwear, for once. i guess that's because i'm wearing pants, and i'm not wearing tights.
i am tired of wearing skirts.
and this is a very bad time to stop wearing skirts, because i have nothing but skirts in my drawers. i have five pairs of pants that i can stand wearing. and i hate them.
so it's pretty much skirts or hate.
today i chose hate.
i fucking hate these pants
i took a bath
i got the lasagna out of the oven. it's nasty but i ate some anyway.
i feel like shit.
i woke up feeling like shit.
i had a dream last night, about me and this kid. i don't know if it was a love interest or an enemy. i don't know if it was a male or female. we were running around and...something that had to do with sheep...and tigger...and...remo was there and we were running around the mountain and i know there were snakes but i'm not sure if we found anyway. maybe it had to do with aborignial architecture. i'm not sure at all. but it reminds me of Enders Game.

my mom woke me up saying she's off to arc. she won't be back till four. and part of me screams Drugs! and part of me screams Fuck i feel like shit.
so i got up and smoked a cigarette in the rain.
and i fainted inside
and i tried to vomit
and i took a bath
and i washed my hair with that nasty smelling orange cat-shit-shampoo and i had to leave it in my hair for 10 minutes
and i told myself these are the things you have to do.
the shaving the legs and the breathing in and out.
and i got out of the bath and i put on that nasty ointment shit on my legs and arm
and i fucking hate that i have to keep close watch on my skin. but i do. and i tried to put that nasty ointment shit on my head, but you can't do that for yourself because you have no idea where to put it and you can't put it in the right spot when there's a crapload of red hair in your way.
and you end up just smearing your hair full of goop.
so my hair is all...goopy, i'm debating whether i should swallow 10 of those chalky pills, and i'm in a terrible mood, and i'm fucking wearing White Socks.


i hate cetaphil.
i hate dovonex.
i hate triamcinolone acetonide.
i hate selenium sulphide.
i hate clobetasol propionate.
i fucking hate every product ever made by neutrogena, especially their nasty coal tar shampoo and their wretched hand cream that smells like baby powder.
the only shit i don't hate is that stuff that i lost.
that's the only thing that ever worked, but even that only works for a while before your skin builds up a tolerance to it. then you have to use some other nasty product until that shit will work again.
and it never goes away, does it?

i'm hating everything.
and i'm looking at those pills.
and i'm hating them too.
but...
all i have to do is swallow them.
and i'll be gone and i'll be here and i'll be there and i will not have to worry about anything while they dissolve in my stomach.
and i read that even when you vomit your stomach lining, it grows back after a while.
i am so glad i've never vomited my stomach lining, except that one coricidin day hella long ago.

i hate coricidin.
i wish i had some now.
i wish i didn't sound like such an addict.
i wish i were suha
i am suha
i wish i were alone
i have like 2 more cigarettes.
that's a sad sad thing
i hate white socks
i hate jostens

i love being here
i just don't like it much.
i feel like vomiting.
ten pills. ten pills.
i'm reading up on erowid
to convince me.
one way or another.

=(

i don't even feel high.

wow
i feel like i haven't been
for a really long time. like i just appeared, get it?

i woke up this morning at 4. and i got up and looked at the clock. and i said "i'm fine, man. i'm fine." and i went back to sleep
then at six, i woke up and said "i don't have school! i'm so happy i don't have school. i am so fucking happy i don't have school!"
then i went outside and smoked.
then i went inside and cleaned my room. and organized my backpack, and got out naiobi kenobi, and we studied together.
and i was laughing the whole time.
i had naiobe on my shoulder and i was studying for choir. i was reading aloud in a fucking british accent looking at my ridiculous self in the mirror going "foxtrot foxtrot!" and i was just reading about the baroque period. (If it ain't baroque, don't fix it!"
and i put naiobe after a while
because i could not stop laughing.
i was fall-on-the-ground-shaking with laughter.
i opened my closet door and i'm all, Remember when i got lost in my room!!
and i looked in the mirror and laughed
then i was like What the hell is so funny!
and i'm all i don't know but it's hilarious! Obviously!
and i fucking laughed and laughed
and i kept wanting to say "i'm so stoned"
but i wasn't stoned, so it didn't apply at all.
and i was confused
and that made me laugh too
and i smoked native american spirit cigarettes
and i studied for english
and i studied for drivers ed
and i laughed and fucking laughed
and i was without a shirt for a very long time, because all the laughing started when i was changing. and i was so fucked up i just put on my sweater. then i looked down and i'm all "i need... a shirt!" and i cracked up because...i was wearing a shirt before, but naiobe peed on it.
so it was hilarious! obviously!
and then....i...put on this crazy dress
and watched rocky horror picture show
and said
why the hell am i wearing this crazy dress!?
and i laughed
and put on a vortex shirt from great america
and i looked in the mirror
and said "America, FUCK YEAH! coming again to save the motherfuckin day yeah, america FUCK YEAH!"
and i said to myself,
when you do this (i threw my fist in the air) it means FUCK YEAH
when you do this, (middle finger raised) it means Fuck You.
And when you do them together, you are whack.
and i laughed, of course.

then i lit incence
and then i couldn't stand that i was so happy without a reason
so i smoked some pot
and now i'm downstairs
and...nothings as funny.

that kind of sucks.


and my mom wants to get a tree.
i do not want a tree. because i am a grinch
and because
if we have a tree
that's just dumb
because it's not like christmas is anything really
also, they smell gross.
and there's the...decorating...and the undecorating...and all the little pine needles that fall around the tree.
and cleaning it up after christmas
and throwing the tree away...
of course, i think she wants to get a living tree because she's all hug-a-tree...

anyway i want to make fudge, that's the best thing about christmas.
i think i love fudge.

and i'm thinking about taking the rest of my sleeping pills because i don't have very many left, just enough either to fuck me up enough twice or fuck me up big time once. so i think i'll choose the way fucked up and just avoid my mom.
and even if she caught me...i mean, there aren't any more pills left anyway, so it's no big deal.

what i really need to do, children is this; clean out my fucking closet!
i have like 4 or 5 empty 32s in there, and a can of coors from hecka long ago, and a bunch of empty coricidin packets, and a can i used to smoke pot earlier, and a whole bunch of yarn.
and my clothes are everywhere. i have like 14 drawers completely full of clothes. but it's not like drawer for shirts, drawer for stuff you don't really wear, or anything like that.
it's like drawer 1= clothes
drawer 2= more clothes
like NO structure whatsoever
because i "cleaned my room" right?
yeah...right.
i just fuckin threw all the clothes in the drawers.
whatever drawer
whatever clothes
whatever room
whatever king kong

and....
basically
my spine is starting to hurt
because i'm in a...odd position
i shall fix that now.
yes

victoria is good
remo was hella drunk yesterday
angie found my ring
janine came over
i have to study for finals
glen has been hanging out downstairs for a few days
i want some pills
we're making tamales
i crave some chocolate
i wish i were here
and...
i'm bored.
and i hate finals
and i hate that i'm actually studying for them
and i Fucking Hate jostens.

You’re gay
Over and over and over again
When you play the same four chords over and once again!
She plays the trombone!!
And Carla laughs like the red fat woman.
I know you’re sick
I know you’re tired
I know you’re sick of being sick and tired.
I miss the backwards man, lets face it. I always thought that I would fall off the tower, I always knew we can never race offscreen again.
I can’t believe I don’t even know what caused the renaissance
Aren’t people supposed to know that crap?
And fuck jostens, man.
My head itches.
And I’m still
Lost in translation
Lost in fallacy
Broken soul.
Whack!
!
I fucking love it!

did you know my father is the rain man?
do you know tata dios
do you know west from east
do you know the muffin man?
when you throw things to the ground and stomp on then, mostly they break.
get it?
why did we ignore it all?

i love ignoring it all.

i hate when my stomach hurts.
my stomach always hurts.
somtimes i regret taking the pills
sometimes i don't.

learning is not attained by chance, it must be sought for with ardor and attended to with diligence. -abigail adams.

roxanne types too fast.