Oh,this fucking little shit-fucked my brain like no former boyfriend of mine.I wonder if it is really important.Guess not, but seriously consider writing something about it.God only knows how long I spent wasted on a little gadget that played absolutely no role in any of this.Stupid?Just plain dumb.
And all just seem so much better. In any way and in every way.I envy their...their...their ability to cope?I have no idea, perhaps that is exactly what I envy and maybe my brain just stopped responding to all this bullshit.Brain damage is irreversible.Once again I see the cleverness of mother-nature. Here it goes.Take a deep breath.
I know now why I like the "Eternal Sunshine"-Joel's neighbourhood really reminds me of Richmond, and Clementine's old shed appears so much like my North Vancouver's dump.Way to go, figured it out after a millionth watch.What else?I see myself spending my life as a free concert ticket to the band I do not listen to. Practically not paying attention to anything and wishing for the day to come to an end.Without work,stranded in the middle of nowhere and forced to face myself,I crumble.
As I write more and more things come to mind.I want to leave, to go and study-fed up with being an idiot.I want someone to pay for all this and get a plane ticket.My mother saw him today, said he looked miserable and lonely.She suspects it is because of his school-I know it is because of me.*Maniacal Laughter Here* No one must leave me and live, Hear me, no one!
Brakes are off and I am on.I fear nothing, except pain, but it is curable with death.
Not over-yet.
я говорю же - нахуй всё это.
Gun Skill--->|Fucked up|
Sign your life away here ____