razorshimmy

Punk is, in fact, dead. Nothing that can be done, given what will be, in all likelyhood, a very short period of time, will be able to seperate you from other people. Everything that is currently regarded as offensive will soon be regarded as great art or, even worse, normal and typical behavior. There is nothing about you that is unique. Everything about you has,...
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The world is out to get you. Things will only get worse before they get better, and, naturally, it feels like they can't get worse. Your life will inevitably kill you. Your birth was the only true gift that you've ever recieved, and god is the ultimate Indian-giver, not to offend any of my American-Indian friends.

The marvel, the glory, of what we've accomplished
the...
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Here's my current rhetoric, my mantra, my statement to the world outside:
Everything is only a mirror.
Everyone you think you love, you only feel that way towards because of how it makes you feel about yourself.
Everyone that you think can't live without you, if you were gone tomorrow, would get over it. If they didn't, it wouldn't be because of you, but rather...
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Well, fan-fucking-tastic. I've now gotten so dissillusioned to the idea of relationships that I've reached the point where I'm turning down people that I actually find reasonably attractive, because the idea of dating, breaking up with, dealing with, hurting, or, possibly, even generally relating to another person in a romantic sense makes me so sick that I want to drop dead.
Fuck dating. Fuck relationships....
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I feel like I should give more of myself to this site. What should it be? What can I further give to this place that continues to give so much to me, literally, on a day to day basis? I want to do more.

If I have a second daughter, maybe I'll name her Kitsurabami. Or Haruhara.

My delusions of grandeur consume me.
Seriously, I'm bordering on megalomania now. I think I've transcended manic-depressive to include some bizarre new extreme. I'm a black/white. A all/nothing. The center of the universe and the single most insignificant thing in it.
Wow. Yep, I'm even scaring myself.

Flame on, motherfuckers.

All these things, just boiling up underneath me, what if, just what if, oh what if, I were to really make a difference, to make things better, to help the people I know and see every day?
What if everything that I really and honestly believe might just be that important after all? That maybe these people that I know and don't are just the...
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Oh my gods...
what if, given a little time, I were to fall in love with the idea of a person?
I guess I get bored, being satisfied with being single. It's been refreshing, but... there's so much to long for, in such a gorgeous world