I haven't been here for a while. Huh... its nice to have this little journal to myself. Nice little self expression bullshit feeling to it. Anyhow, things have changed. Oh how things have changed. I'm a punk these days now, for those of you who care. Got a nice big Misfits patch on ma back. Growin my hair out. And smoke is very pretty. Drawing is gods gift to people. And carving your name into a kid who stole your weed is an amazing form of stress relief. I encourage all to do it someday. Preferebly while your friend is vomiting from the acid trip in the background.

Now please, the one who "wants to be friends over the phone and never meet up in person or do anything outside my circle of friends", go kill yourself. Your fake, and I thought you were a true friend. Please, attempt suicide again. Kill yourself in the worst way possible, preferably infront of your oh so horrible parents you always bitched about. I hate you. I really do. Your dead to me in every way. And I pray soon it'll reach a physical way as well. Jump in front of a truck on the freeway, put your hands in the blender and file them down to your wrists. Hell, pick a fight with a shark while wearing a meat suit. I don' care. Just die. And please do it soon. The world is a little darker with you in it.

Perhaps I'm just being to cruel. Perhaps I'm being to soft, or alternitevly just right. Let me know.