phelonie

im alone, it sucks...for months now i dont think i have really just sat down alone.
no one replys to my emails and im begining to think i lost all my friends a long time ago.
my father emailed me a said he wanted to be a part of my life "again" and that he wanted to know what was going ton in my life.
punchline: i sent him a page long list of books i have read in the past month.

i found a spider i really wanted to photograph, and while trying to get the lighing right i stuck my lens in his web, i dropped the damned thing. didnt break.

i want to be completely honest here seeing as no one knows me ,and i figure that means no one reads this. but damn im gonna sound like a bitch.
sometimes in my deepest pit of teenaged depression, i think to myself that life is ok as long as i can be really fucking nasty to people i dont know.
everything from sneering and rich girls, to yelling "quit looking at my fucking ass" at some guy who is with his girlfirend. normaly the poor boy was not looking anywhere near my ass.
worse still, if he was infact looking at my ass i dish out some new form of spite, just for him. i wallow in making people feel like shit. i bath in my own shallowness(is that a word?) and damn if it doesnt feel good to look down on everyone...from time to time that is.
normally im a very nice person, im only nasty to girls who get touchy feely with my little brother or my boyfriend. but i stray. my point is that if i am to be honest im going to have to be nasty.
and also as i read over what i have just typed i realize that i will use way to may commas, and become rather verbose when talking of my spite.

on a side note after i dropped me camera i remembered the time when i warped my old one taking pictures of a flame...

the result:



and what looks like burning poo: