razorpsych

wouldn't it be cool if you had something to say every week?

but i don't.

i can't share. i wish i could, but the only way i could share would be if i was unknown but some of you know me in real life, and i wouldn't have to be able to deal with the consequences.

isn't if funny that when you get drunk and start listening to an outside conversation, theoir volume gets louder and suddenly you feel like you are watching a tv programme?

how come when you take pills, it is the only time that you can feel completely happy without outside interference?

how come when you get drunk, you start telling the truth?

how come i feel it is not possible to meet the 'one'? it doesn't exist. it's all based on circumstances.

how come i am such a self obsessed prick?