Thursday, May 29, 2003

No, I was wrong...I just get horribly creepy...
Life sucks. I hate people. I am garunteed certain things, and then, they're just brushed aside as if everything was wonderful, and nobody cares about how i feel or what i think or how their stupid actions affect me. I want a friend, and i don't have any. life sucks so baddly right now. i'm so sick of everyone treating me like crap and not caring. i'm sick of being responsible for things people know i don't care about, and i'm sick of people telling me how wonderful i am, and then treating me like the scum of the earth. i'm sick of being such a horrible person, i;m sick of not being loved, i'm sick of life! i want to get out, i want to run away and start over again, i want to change the way the world sees me, and the way the world reacts to the horribly selfish life i lead, i'd rather react to the world by living as a hermit. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need to get out.
(At least I ended my suicidal rant with a gramatically correct period...That's got to be worth a few points in John Edward's book...Well, thank you, December 7th...)

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