Month One: ....

Month Two: ....

Month Three: *Abortion*

Now that's a better story.

There's no such thing as insanity, only different outlooks on life.

In war, Jackie Chan, In peace, Jackie Chan, in death, Jackie Chan.

Target face because I don't feel like expressing myself with emoticons... those guys, I don't know what the hell they are doing. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FACES LOOKING AT ME TYPE?? Well... anyway.

I have been posting less here lately, I mean, with the entire studying for college thingy going on, plus the new PS3 has proven itself to be a worthy time taker. Well, I just want to say that I am all here and well, and if you've find this post in my profile I'd like to thank you for taking the time out just to know a bit about me.

Actually... if I ever find my shitty drawing tablet, I might go ahead and at the very least bit start working on my [AWESOMETYPE] flash(guess what kind of parody is that), it will contain jokes about the game, within the games, boobies, blood, all that stuff that you teenagers like, so stay tuned. If you could help in the voices, or whatever you think you can help me on, just reply to this post, PM me and whatnot, k? k.

And as promised, a NSFW picture, you've been warned.
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Ace of spades? Moar liek SPADES OF AIDS amirite?

I don't like the fact that I'm human, I don't like the fact that I am typing this, an I don't like the fact that deep down I want people to see this, I don't like people who act all depressed, I don't like the fact that I feel like I am one of those people, I don't like the fact that other people might think this way too, I don't like the fact that people judge me because of what I write, I don't like the fact that I don't know where I am going with this, I don't like the fact that I don't know how to be normal, I don't like the fact that I don't try hard enough, I don't like the fact that I even try, I don't like how people expect you to be normal, I don't like that someone else might already have wrote this already I don't like that the world wasn't as easy as I thought it would be as a child, I don't like people, I don't like love, and I don't like me.

But I absolutely hate dogs.

Go fuck yourselves, dogs.

And I came out victorious.

If God had a name what would it be? And would you call it to his face? If you were faced with Him in all His glory, What would you ask if you had just one question?

What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us, just a stranger on the bus, trying to make his way home?

(SHameless me) fvufidds

Whenever happiness comes up, I cannot stop myself from bombing myself with bad thoughts, causing me to be more depressed than I normally am. A few days ago I just felt... happy, for a few hours. But afterwards I feel so terrible that I took a small work tool knife and slashed my legs a few times.

Even my sub conscience knows that I don't deserve happiness, lovely how my mind works.

Have a picture of Taokaka.

...I'm not happy.