I burned myself good again, hey it's a hard place to solder under my house, I put one of those frozen "hot pocket" things on my arm for a while but I'm sure it'll hurt like a MF tommorow. I also know what burning flesh and mapp gas burning with carbon monoxide stealingh my oxygen smells/feels like 
I still feel depressed, mostly at night, I guess my brain drugs aren't working so well, I almost cried today too., almost 
Here's my words of prose, (or whatever it's called how I write with my junior college education and nihilistic view of thiis beautiful planet.) I guess reflecting on how much I'd rather be randomly tortured pyshically by someone than left to my own sick emotional torture I do to myself sometimes. 
I felt like I was a eunic in hell,
writing love letters to a lesbian in heaven
She's been gone longer
than we knew each other
and I still miss her.
It's nights like this that are responsible for my brain wanting to destroy the rest of myself along with it
This is my journal not a fucking blog, too!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I still feel depressed, mostly at night, I guess my brain drugs aren't working so well, I almost cried today too., almost Here's my words of prose, (or whatever it's called how I write with my junior college education and nihilistic view of thiis beautiful planet.) I guess reflecting on how much I'd rather be randomly tortured pyshically by someone than left to my own sick emotional torture I do to myself sometimes. I felt like I was a eunic in hell,
writing love letters to a lesbian in heaven
She's been gone longer
than we knew each other
and I still miss her.
It's nights like this that are responsible for my brain wanting to destroy the rest of myself along with it
This is my journal not a fucking blog, too!!!!!!!!!!!!!
writing love letters to a lesbian in heaven
WOW!
blog is a stupid word I liked it better when it was a journal too