January 24, 2008

• @#$%!

  On days like this I simply want to just mutilate myself to death with a
  miniature knife or a claw hammer and laugh at my final moments. I have
  too much rage locked within and I just need someone or something to
  dispose of it into. Everything is just grinding my gears; pounding away
  at my sanity. Stress, work, people, etcetera. Lifting weights is a good
  outlet, but then I can't walk properly after. I'm going three times a
  week now and have my diet nailed down tight. I need someone to push me
  and shove me around so I can proudly throw them headfirst into a wall.
  That would feel so refreshing; kind of like urinating after having to
  hold it in for 5 hours before one's bladder explodes. What a shitty way
  to die, having your bladder explode. It's possible. Now, I'm just
  rambling. What a waste of time.

  I truly despise this new private home page on Xanga with a burning passion. It really makes me not want to use Xanga anymore. If I want to read subscriptions, I would click subscriptions, would I not? If it's not broken, don't fix it. I don't
  want Xanga to transform into a MySpace or Facebook, which it won't
  because it's fucking Xanga and the last thing anyone wants is another
  one of those.

  • 2:59 am
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