Everything you would want to know, I have just explained.

Lets say this is a Diary. But its public now. You're reading my mind. I am writing to you, all of you, my current thoughts. Everything that is going on in my mind right now Is recorded right here. I close my eyes and take a look around at all this shit. I imagine I'm with somebody, I imagine I can feel him. I imagine he feels me the same way. I pretend that I am loved in a way I've always wanted to be All things come to an end. Everything, it all begins just to end. If i'm confusing you now, you should stop reading this. We are born to die. Every second, we become closer to death. After we die, what happens? your offspring re-live your life. there is no originality. What's this life for? I want to die in some insane fucked up way. I want to shoot myself in the mouth or gauge out my eye balls just to see how it feels. I'm not deranged. I'm not weird. I am the same as you are. and you are the same as everyone around you. You are not on drugs, You are High on Life. Life is your fucking drug, so choose to add more to it. Life is a miricle, but would it matter if you WEREN'T here? Would people miss you if you were never born? because one person can't make a difference in anything in the world. we are here to live for ourselves and get pleasure out of it. that's it. reproduction is in the imagination. I am living a Lie, So are you. War is stupid. people are dumb. Reach out to what you think you are and tap yourself on the shoulder wake up. youre not real you're a fucking fake and so am I. It's eleven-eleven. 11:11. I am making a wish. I can't tell you. But its important. I want you to know but I can't tell you, or it won't come true. Flannel shirts are comfy. Flowers smell like You. I want you here now. So much smoke fills up this room and the incense is losing its familiar smell. Shit, Now I've reached the end of the stick, time to put this out. Smells like mountain flowers Feels like your hands around my neck. Ow, I burned myself trying to light another one and now the fire is out. I like the sound of clicking. I like the sound of tapping I should be doing my home work, but . . .a zero sounds nice right now? I want to be playing violin, but whats that? your fingers hurt and are covered in bruises from playing for 5 hours yesterday? oh shit! I'll do that later. I love it when people hug me from behind. I also like it when you sit on me and crush my face, and make it so I can't breathe. My nails click click click, I hear an engine outside. I think my dad is in his car. He may want to get that squeaking noise checked out. My lamp says blub. I see a cow. I'm hugging the cow. His name is Leonard and he smells like cherries. That reminds me of yesterday when I walked to the park and found a leaf. It was red, I named MooFace. Had yellow veins. I wish my veins were yellow, that would be so cool. the engine noise stopped. I need to stop thinking now. good bye. good night. (November 4, 2007 - Sunday)