if looks could kill...
id be dead right now...

I hate my life...
I am forced by the system to interact with my simpletons of peers and eat the mud of their thoughts.
If only they could think on the level of deepness i do...
Drink the caffeinated drinks i drink...
Feel the dark abyssmal feelings i feel...
Drown in the blood i produce....
Help...

The ghost of my childhood is haunting me. My worthless childish intuitions remind me of the person i used to be, making me throw up profusely and hit my mom with angry vigor. As i retreat into my past, i call my boyfriend louis "lookinlikeafoolwithyourpantsontheground" ressler and spill my bloody thoughts upon his psychen across the phone. I am disgusted with my lack of self reliance...again...all i can depend on myself to create is...
Pain...

Today i woke up, the darkness of light radiating on my face. I dragged myself out of bed, hatefully, and ate my daily bowl of lucky charms, the taste of soft marshmallowey death on my tongue. After my death cereal, i punched my mom and walked out of the door only to find myself a facefull of white snowey pain. I gathered myself slowly, letting the crystals melt on my warm, angry, makeup covered face and drudged my way to the bus stop.

Eject...
I wish i could eject my heart...

Oh sweet love, thy name is sorrow.

I'd like to share with everyone the blog that inspired me to write out my feelings...
Her name is Taylor Hall, and her inciteful and equally depressing blogs have touched me in a way i can only hope another man will some day...

Some day....

Again?

The link is http://ageoffoolishness.tumblr.com/

School sucks. I'm drowning in a sea of F's, disappointment, and despair...again... as my lungs yearn and gasp for air, the educational system piles papers of death in my throat, choking me...

I can't breathe...

Today James looked at me...
Oh the sweet ecstacy, his gaze focusing on my, like a laser beam at my heart...
The thick jacket of perspiration that coats my soul...
His Vanilla Dipped Ass...

Help.

i made a new friend today...his name is...

Razorblade...

if pain tickled, id be laughing all the time.

Today i entered the pit of depression that is the lunch room...again... as i opened my brown bag of despair i pulled out my peanut butter sandwich that my mom packs me every day...bitch... but today... my sandwich was covered in death, surrounded in a brown ring of conformism that the sheep of society call "crust." i instantly bursted into tears and ran into the bathroom, caressing my legs as if they were my brown teddy bear and sobbed the night away... oh the pain...

today my girlfriend left me...again...she left me for another man-like thing. If i can even call myself that anymore...ive been stripped of my manhood as a potatoe is stripped of its skin to made a delicious mashed potatoe side dish to complement an equally delicious plate of beef wellington. help.

I've always wanted to be like you, your long flowing hair that drifts gently over one eye, the tears that constantly drip from the other, your obsession with coffee, the little mole on your neck thats shaped like colorado, your succulent bones that jut from your overly tattooed and overly scarred body. If only....if only...