March 2012
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I really hate everyone and I hope that myself or everyone else dies, because I don’t want to deal with this shit anymore.
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“It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for...”
– Charles Bukowski
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I wish at least one of my friends gave a shit, because I have a lot of things I need to talk about. Both of them change the fucking subject immediately and, even though I act like I don’t give a fuck, I DO. I wish I wasn’t such a doormat and could just abandon people when they need me like they do. I really, really wish I could.
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Otep is my wife. I don’t care how much she or anyone else denies it.
February 2012
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