Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

I feel sorry for people who don't care about anyone but themselves. Because in the end, they realize themselves are pretty fucking worthless, and then they do a lot of shit to hide that fact. Drugs. d. Alcohol. Reckless bullshit.

Ask around.

then they realize, and then they want you to feel worthless with them. So, they try. Easy formula.

Got it down? "You die."

"I kill you."

I"m not dead yet. Easy there, Sparky.

Later, though okya/

Fuckin' do some more crack. Okay! YES!

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