Song of the moment: Somewhere I Belong By Linkin Park


When I die, I predict that the culprit of my death will be boredom. Boredom and curiosity causes me to do stupid things... It causes play with dangerous machines that I'm not supposed to touch, play with people's minds, play with forbidden things of the soul. I can see myself hurting the feelings of a real crazy maniac, in which might cause him to rip me to pieces with some random weapon of steel. He might cut out my fingers for the appetizer of his hunger of pain, then cut off my tounge to stop me from screaming random insults at him, then he will cut out my voice box to stop me from screaming in general. After that, he will pull out every single tooth in my mouth just to cause me more pain. He will cut me off limb by limb until there is nothing left but my heart. A heart so dark and evil that it deserves to live through the pain in a secluded black jar for everyone's viewing pleasure.

Holy shit I'm bored. XD

It really is quite fun just to write anything and everything that is on your mind. It's a good way to see what lies beneath your own social and emotional surface, through everything insignificant, to the truth of the things that you are really thinking. These types of thoughts have piled up through the years of my life, the darkness and the pain of my existance. It shows that I have had more bad memories than good. Or... is it just the human way to remember more of the bad than the good? We tend to count the BAD things that happen, instead of the good more often that should be. Or is it just me? Am I just a selfish bitch or am I being too hard on myself? Or maybe I'm just bored. Who knows. I just wanted to write something, because I haven't written anything of importance in a long time because of these image battles.