2005-01-14 - 3:47 a.m.
i'm sitting here, fighting all the fucked up feelingz that want to erupt. i want my knife. i realli want my knife. maybe i could go get it. then i'd be happi. be right back....getting something. alright got it. i walked past a pack of knifez 2day and i woz practically drooling over them. yummi. i luv knives. i'm staring at my little orange pocket knife now. hes small but he does an awful good job. u don't even have to press 2 hard. see i'll prove it. there. it does a good job. i shouldn't cut myself. but who gives a shit. i'm going to die anywayz. So while the normalz are sleeping and the nightbirdz are partying..i'm sitting here cutting myself. showz how pathetic i am doesn't it.
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