cassiopeia

The more I look at my suicidegirl book, the more I get inspired. Inspired to get more piercings. More tattoos. Inspired to write. Paint. Draw. Photograph. Inspired to be apart of this fantastic experience. I carry the book around with me everywhere I go. I flip through it every chance I get. I show it off to anyone who will look. What would I give to become one of these amazing girls? Actually, it might be easier to list what I wouldn't give.

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I decided today that Missy is my hero.

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I have a new mantra. A mantra because some people are pissing me off.

Imitation is the highest form of flattery.

I just repeat this and sometimes it makes me feel better.

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I have been touchy lately. I find myself upset almost all the time and I'm almost never happy. There was one time this week when I felt good. It was when I took application pictures of myself. Just me and the camera. No one else. It felt good. Like the whole world just disappeared. Speaking of the pictures. I will be developing them today. I will get them back in a couple of days. Hopefully they turn out good enough to post on here.

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My boyfriend, truextilxdeath, and I were talking today about why people get the urge to squeeze babies until they pop simply because they are adorable. We think it's some sort of instinct. Maybe we would to kill off the humans that were more attractive than we were so we would have a better chance at finding a mate. Or maybe we just have some sort of sick, natural urge to destroy things that are beautiful. Either works.

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I think I better stop with the long posts. It seems that people don't like them as much.