You are scum
I tell myself this, having finished my book.
You are a sadistic bitch who belongs in the dirt on her knees. Always getting things handed to her.
Its true. I am..
Slowly I turn to my phone, I load up the page.
About 2 hours I've been gone.
Too bad no one noticed or cared. Because no one does care.
That's not true. People do care.
You just don't care enough to believe them.
My only reply, a sigh.
Load up the blog to make this post.
Of course no one's commented.
Mmm. The back of your leg is soft. Tender. Smooth. Perfect spot for-
No. I promised I wouldn't. Plus the sting wasn't as good as the pain from a scratch.
Facebook message..
Yeah. Course I'm okay. Always..
Even when I'm not.
...
*sighs*

M

M has stopped talking to me.. guess I should be relived.

Yeah right.

I doubt anyone's reading, but sometimes I wonder if other people plan what they'd put in their last notes to their parent/family.

Hi I'm leaving bye?

No. Thats just.. not it.

I'm trying to figure what to ramble about..

Oh pity me I've a decent life with a decent upbringing oh it's so upsetting that I'm better off than others!

I hate myself.

I'm sad about art.

Really, I can't say anything..

I shouldn't post this, but I will. I doubt anyone cares but.. Oh well. Maybe a sadist will stumble along this and laugh for a while.

'Least I've done som'in' half decent them..

All I am is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life..

"An I can see you years from now in a bar.
Talking over a football game.
With that same big loud opinion
Jai, no bodies listening.
You're washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things."
Hmph..

Tada. Wands. Not mine, just neat..