i begin to feel like the little dictator that doesn’t want to. dictate, dictate, dictate. make more and more people fed up with me. i know you’re talking about me. i don’t know how but i know. like the people at the mall were looking at me as if they knew. i hate going to the mall. i hate myself and i’m hungry but i don’t want to eat.
i’m scared. something is wrong with me. this is not turning out how it should. i need to do my presentation on monday.
i’m sorry for everything. i don’t want to make it worst than it is. haha. the medication is making my hands shake so it’s hard to type. i just need to remind myself again why i’m doing this and just transfer the fucking site over.
do i want to be like this? it’s like being a little dot with a huge looming monster over you. i need to talk with my doctor. monday.
Hey , I found your site randomly, think I’m tripping balls, if I really did talk to you, add CManson4life to your AIM buddy list. or Spike_Reno for yahoo, but get ahold of me. I’m all sorts of fucked up, I like your writing.
i’ve added you. thanks, i’m glad you like my writing. being ‘fucked up’ is rather strange, some people think it’s an affectation when it’s really not.