Thank you, little Tigershark 🙂 You’re right, I DO win. May sound silly, but I think those are just the words I was looking for. It’s a very, very mad world.

Hey Brooke, thanks for breaking my other middle finger! Now I’m fucking Mickey mouse with middle/ring taped together. I’m going to punch karma in the balls.

I thought it was over. I wrecked my car hitting a dog and should probably be dead right now. Night. 2:54am Happy fucking flitz Friday. And thank you all for the concerns last night. There’s a dog collar wrapped around part of my front bumper, it’s smashed to shit, and hitting my brakes caused me […]

gawd, it’s really so sweet that you still care so much baby!!! making failblog kinda makes me feel giddy in my stomach, like i made the big leagues. sad i only have 45 votes though. i thought i was more famous than this?

Art… …that which evokes emotion. I miss you, I love you. Emotion. Art imitates life, or life imitates art? If emotion is evoked by art, am I life, or am I imitation? Life…art…is there even a line anymore? Words can move me…when I feel sincerity. I thought I’d lost the ability to even recognize these […]

When I think of my adult life, I realize there has been only one time I’ve felt truly content. And now I will take all those spoken words for face value and believe that never since have I felt it. With a stream of fickle, unappreciative, insecure sociopaths, I simply dwelled in the delusion that […]

My life should be different. Things were not supposed to be this way from a year prior. I suppose even the best dreams are not meant to come true.

my brain is losing control. i can’t sleep properly. i can’t stay awake properly. my mind is mush lately. yeah, it used to be a common excuse of mine…”i’m tired, i don’t feel like it…” and now i’m really starting to understand i have REAL sleep issues, if not a sleep disorder. my fault i’m […]

Tamezepam Woll hpegully keep me down tonigh. My head begs to clear without felling that pain still shared. Even the smallest string not broken can cause immense dissention and pain. Indifference is the key, and that indifference is why I wait.

I’ve realized something. I don’t like being wrong, especially admitting I’m wrong. My problem? Ive been refusing to admit I was wrong about someone. I was wrong, and I was wrong about someone. Now I’ve said it and confessed to it.