Saturday, April 10, 2010

I don't want anyone to touch me.
I'm upset and have been molested and no one seems to care.
How can you not?
That's my only question.
I feel at the bottom of the barrel and no one will help me even get to half full.
How the fuck would you feel?
Satan, I don't use the word god, unless its certain cercumtances.
I just hate everything and everyone because no one will help me,
and no one cares.
So, my solution equals getting piss ass drunk tonight, so much so that I can't feel or see anything. Yes, that far.
I'm fucking done with everything, i can't deal with this anymore.
Why I'm upset, ask for the whole story I guess.
I hate people and the things they do.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Snake Farm

It just sounds nasty.

I just hope that no one spills the beans and tells anyone about what I said as a very private conversation. If they do, I am going to be upset, very upset.

There is something going very very wrong though, and it takes too long to figure it out. I can't think or I think too much about nothing that pertains to what I need to think about. I can't focus because my eyes move from side to side and up and down all over the room. Out of the corner of my eye is dark figures rushing past me, and I hear a deep satanic voice calling my name and giving me a message that is too hard to decifer.

Hopefully sometime soon I feel anew, and it won't be so hard to not be weird.

Why do you work at the snake farm Ramona?

Saturday, April 3, 2010

I really hope the events of the past two days never ever happen again in my whole life. I didn't know that things could fall apart that fast and consume my life. I still can't function correctly because of it, but I need a week or two to put myself back on track.