Rock Bottom
I've hit it.
Not the good kind of "hit it", either. Like, "Oh, dude! I met this girl and I totally hit it!" No; not that kind. Not at all. It was kinda like I wanna jump off of something and hit the ground and die kinda hit it. I wanna do that. Right now. I'm sooooo dumb. And everything. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. Oh yeah; I know. I'm wack, I'm twisted. I don't care to divulge any other info on what else I am right no, but I definitely am those things right no. Yeah... this all makes sense in my mind right now and I know that when I wake up and read this it most definitely will not. But it's coo... I'll just give myself something to question myself on.
Actually, I will know exactly what I'm talking about because it's making such a big impact on the way I see the world. I don't think I have ever experienced something quite like. Where some people might see this as a common occurence in their life (or even as something that may not be as big a deal to them as it is to me), to me it's definitely a learning experience for me. This is also considering that I am the sterotypical nerd and have not experienced anything significant in my life. At least in terms of love and sex.
One thing I'd like to note is that nobody is reading this, so I don't have to worry about divulging any revealing (and albeit, embarassing) secrets to the world. But, in all seriousness, I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about. What I do know is that I don't know anything about anything. I'm still a teenager by most people's standards. Most people have experienced what I am experiencing now and it's not a good thing.
Everyone have gotten over cartoons and I ther person that watches them as if they're the only thing on the television and I see nothing wrong with that. But alas, I am a drunk/high asshole who will never (and I mean NEVER) see happines because I am too blind to see the difference between "happiness" and "pleasure". When I see pleasure, I pounce to fill a void in my life. But, I shun happiness because I become tired and wish it fealt more like pleasure. And, again, this may only make sense to me, but if you took the time to actually decipher this bullshit, you would get where I'm coming from. But you probably will not and I don't blame you, the ONE reader. This is just me babbling on about something that I don't even know about while under the influence of weed/nicotine/alcohol.
And I will end this post how I end most of them: Please kill me.
Not the good kind of "hit it", either. Like, "Oh, dude! I met this girl and I totally hit it!" No; not that kind. Not at all. It was kinda like I wanna jump off of something and hit the ground and die kinda hit it. I wanna do that. Right now. I'm sooooo dumb. And everything. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. Oh yeah; I know. I'm wack, I'm twisted. I don't care to divulge any other info on what else I am right no, but I definitely am those things right no. Yeah... this all makes sense in my mind right now and I know that when I wake up and read this it most definitely will not. But it's coo... I'll just give myself something to question myself on.
Actually, I will know exactly what I'm talking about because it's making such a big impact on the way I see the world. I don't think I have ever experienced something quite like. Where some people might see this as a common occurence in their life (or even as something that may not be as big a deal to them as it is to me), to me it's definitely a learning experience for me. This is also considering that I am the sterotypical nerd and have not experienced anything significant in my life. At least in terms of love and sex.
One thing I'd like to note is that nobody is reading this, so I don't have to worry about divulging any revealing (and albeit, embarassing) secrets to the world. But, in all seriousness, I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about. What I do know is that I don't know anything about anything. I'm still a teenager by most people's standards. Most people have experienced what I am experiencing now and it's not a good thing.
Everyone have gotten over cartoons and I ther person that watches them as if they're the only thing on the television and I see nothing wrong with that. But alas, I am a drunk/high asshole who will never (and I mean NEVER) see happines because I am too blind to see the difference between "happiness" and "pleasure". When I see pleasure, I pounce to fill a void in my life. But, I shun happiness because I become tired and wish it fealt more like pleasure. And, again, this may only make sense to me, but if you took the time to actually decipher this bullshit, you would get where I'm coming from. But you probably will not and I don't blame you, the ONE reader. This is just me babbling on about something that I don't even know about while under the influence of weed/nicotine/alcohol.
And I will end this post how I end most of them: Please kill me.
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Shit in 'dis bitch:
Depression,
Drunk Ramblings,
High Ramblings
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