potatohead what's the world coming to?

no one's worth it where i'm at presently.
this is yet another reason why i cant wait for the 21st. everything's just getting so confusing. and she, she's another worm in the hole. they should be frozen in liquid nitrogen and slowly chipped off by an ice pick. you could plant a bomb in one of them too and watch them blow to smithereens. blood's optional. i don't wanna be drenched in all the dirt and blackness in them.

42below. ice coolers and sherbets. why? what happened now? should i bother asking? or should i just drop everything now and just leave? i really can't wait for october to roll by. to finally be rid of all these stupid people. i thought you were stable. please don't be another stupid idiot please. i beg of you. if there's a saving grace in all of this, it's you. but then after the first two years of madness, i doubt i mean much. and i can't blame you. i cannot stop who you choose to keep and love and whatnot. but please, don't do this. i've built everything up so perfectly only to be ripped apart? and you came to me. if that was the reason you came to me for, then my rose-tinted glasses have been clouded. backboy, how much do you know about what happened? but then again, nevermind. i really don't care about your life much.


and you! you sluttish bitch. you're shameless you know. go ahead, disclose all of your personal secrets for the world to read. what are you, some kinda click-and-go prostitute? and that other person, you've a foul mouth. don't act so innocent. you're a epitome of a backstabbing, backtalking bitch and you can't even see that. you poison the others around you, can't keep what you know to yourself and act as though you can help when all you do is put up options to fret about. so clouded are you by your selfproclaimations, you can't even think and see straight. go fuck yourself you fuckfaced poseur.  ¶ 2:14 PM