fixate

So, now I have a picture of me up. I don't think this is a good thing, but I could be wrong. It seems a little blurry, but that may just be my self defense mechanisms kicking in and trying to keep me from seeing ugly or something.

Homework has officially fried my brain. Think so good I no longer, now do. Dammit.


I can't handle this life a lot longer. Drifting off into oblivion, I notice that visions of death and pain and suffering only float in my head. It doesn't make much difference either way, so why should I be shocked?

"I throw a little fit.
I slit my teenage wrists.
The most I can learn
Is in records that you burn.
Get your Gunn"

I can't cry fast enough. I can't cry hard enough.

Fucking Bang.