|Current mood:||pissed off|
so, i felt like ranting. well, shall we rant? Bloody fucking hell. Blah blah. I need a damned bank card again. Fuck. I get to go into the damn bank, have all those dronish uppity hags and fops stare at me wide eyed. Yes, that's right, they look at me as if I'm about to rob the bank. Which oh by the bloody way, gets me off on another topic...
People are fuckers. If you are not wearing state age appropriate location specific attire, well you must be plotting miscreant terrorisms against law and order. oh yes, you got me! I'm caught again. Fucking queers. Obviously people are cultural parasites, they must be spoon fed their customs by other means and/or entities. I went out and discovered mine...so much for all that final frontier bullshit.
Ok, so yes, I do relish the power I have - being able to influence people. Stupid fuckers. Squirm squirm squirm lauded automatons of the free world.
Back to the bank card. Yeah. So I need that because oh silly me, fuck that. I won't say.
I was talking to some girl that went to college in North Carolina, USA. YOOSAH! Psh. I got the classic "ur random, ur not male! ur soooooooo random!" ah, yoosah conservative bitches. what clones.
I'm a bona fide burn out. Yep. So hard to tell...I'm pissed. And to relieve my pissidness...????!!!! Eh...go to college. Pretty simple now. NOW. Fuckers.
I have issues with major depression (nah really?) The yelling? the chemicals in my blood, making me crazier and crazier...my head hurts from this goddamned depakote. I have trouble reading from this shit. It's retarded fucked up shit. I need a posse.
that damned sterile detached socially stagnant fluorescent apocalypse called school. So why didnt i shoot up the place? A friend thought I might. We we're that close, obviously. WELL! Anyways...I can think positively sometimes, actually, wowwy! No of course not, it's because I revert to self destruction in anger from depression. I'm a piece of work.
People arent going to change. Wow...how philosophical of me. Yet I can succeed in making my life pleasurable. THE KARMA!
War and Peace is a damned fine book.
I need to make more changes. I'm going for a walk.