I hate you

and I hate you

I hate me

I hate Him

I hate....mystery


(Incase you didn't hear: Fuck you because you've made my life a living hell. One day I'm going to kill you and I'm going to take your purple blood and put it under a Cross and watch it boil. Then I'm going to take your body, put it under six feet of black dirt, and then plant Sunflowers ontop.)

I find it very funny how, one person you love can be addicted to heroine and you want to be right along side them shooting up. Unfortunately, I'm too much of a coward to do that while living in this city. But because of that person, I popped my tounges cherry with a vodka bottle. Right now, I'm two days sober.

I'm angry, tired, hurt, bleeding, ugly, pitiful, rich, and stereotyped. But I guess thats old news.

I don't think that you are proud of me. Sure you say your proud of my grades but not of who I am. Maybe thats because you have not a fucking clue who I am or even what I am. You just see oily skin and assume that he's normal. Well I'm not and that is such a beautiful thing and a terrifying thing. I'm truely sorry I'm not what you wanted me to be.

Stop fucking pressuring me. I don't know what I am going to do with my life, I don't know where I am going to go to college, and I don't know who I am: SO STOP ASKING. Just leave me alone.

For right now, I'm going to stop posting things on DA, except maybe an occasional journal here and there and comment on someone's Art. But on my personal page, you're not going to hear from the Haus of Creativity. I don't know how long it will last, maybe a week, maybe a couple months, I don't know. I'm not going to stop writing, but then again no one really cares.

So fuck you and screw me. And the search continues...