I didn't exist in the 90s.
That's right, i just turned eleven.
Just his little slice of ********
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 5:12 PM UTC
I also have a disco ball.
It lies to me and i'm afraid that one day,
Apprentice will overpower master.
I'll die peacefully in my sleep.
It tells me i am lame
And that it will **** me with a mustard packet.
Yellow
Yellow
Yellow
All the sunshine is gone.
There is only mustard.
And everything i eat tastes like malice.
One day, i will conquer it.
I expect it to bleed.
Shattered glass,
Sparkling in the dark.
You shall glow no more, silly inanimate object.
Revenge is comfort.
Soft, lovely comfort.
Fuzzy blankets and lentil soup.
Now i can sleep.
Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC
He calls it "spending quality time together."
I call it getting laid.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 6:28 PM UTC
Focus on my voice, darling.
Can you hear me?
Do you know what i think?
what i feel?
what i do?
I could lie to you, my dear.
I could feed you ******** and tell you it's chocolate.
Would you taste it?
Would you overlook your senses for my trust?
Sweetheart, i don't trust myself.
Why should you?
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 9:12 AM UTC
Focus on my eyes, darling.
Can you see them?
Can you see into my soul?
Locate and analyze myself?
Don't be ridiculous, child.
I don't have a soul.
They're eyes, dear.
Not portals into my secretive thoughts and feelings.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 9:10 AM UTC
I must be allergic to awesome, because you're making my throat close up.
Seriously. I can't breathe.
So go find me a doctor and **** off.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 7:30 PM UTC
Today i pulled a Dr. Manhattan.
I went to Mars.
Here, i can build my own little sandcastle.
I am ok here;
i am ok with myself;
i am ok without you
or you
or you.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 7:29 PM UTC
Sometimes, i am alone, and i look in the mirror and i am not sure if i am there.
I feel my body, but it's as if it is not mine.
This is not me.
This is not my life, and i do not know what i am doing.
And then i let myself go.
I am around people, and now i am free.
I am stupid and bitter and i say things that i shouldn't say, but i do it anyways because i am stupid and bitter.
And then i wonder why people like me, because i sure as **** know i don't.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC