Sunday, November 8, 2009
is reading my blog, I will just write whatever I want whatever is in my head, my feelings my depressions, that will keep people way for sure, but what's the point, my life suck so bad, that I can't even think other words anymore, sometimes I ask God why not just take me from here, what is the point of all this, leaving like this, like looser, like a big pathetic looser I don't even know if I am spelling looser right, don't care, i am just really tired of leaving meaningless shit life. there I said it, more like I wrote it, typed actually, blah blah blah.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
last night I had the most weird dream as long I can remember...
"people were being smashed in some kinda of metal thing, can't really describe, there were car crashs that would blend them like soup or mash potato in color of blood, and I could see the soup dripping on the floor and I remember being terrified that, that could happen to me.. "
I wonder if it means anything?!?!