Okay. I don't want my last entry to seem like a bitch fit, because I wasn't upset about anything. The main point of the entry, was to express how I don't care, for anything. I'm not angry at anything, or anyone, because I don't feel anything for either. Coldheartedness, or in this case noheartedness, can sometimes be mistaken for anger, but with no emotion involved, it is just void, morbid, physcotic nothingness.
"Which is what I am."
"Or what I'd like to think I am."
At any rate. I've gotten deeply engrossed in the old music I listened to a few years back, as previously mentioned. I've even tossed listening to Carcass and Disgorge, for listening to Zao and Atreyu. Don't ask me. I don't understand it either. Maybe I'm trying to find something I lost years ago, through music.
Liz made a pink Satan balloon card for her Dad's birthday yesterday. It's absolutely divine and her Father is going to hate it, because he's Catholic. She made a matching Satan cake as well, with inverted crosses, and pentagrams drawn all over in pinks and reds. I completely adore her. I'm shitting my pants with excitement for what she's gonna do for my birthday, because she actually likes me. Her dad tries to make her go to Crutch, erm I mean Church, so she despises him.
I feel like a newborn baby, with bright blue eyes, looking at the World for the first time. No wonder why babies throw up all over the place. I don't blame them. I feel bad for them. Which is why I eat them. I save them from the crap they won't have to deal with. Like niggers. Or politics. ...or school, which is where I have to be right now.
"Which is what I am."
"Or what I'd like to think I am."
At any rate. I've gotten deeply engrossed in the old music I listened to a few years back, as previously mentioned. I've even tossed listening to Carcass and Disgorge, for listening to Zao and Atreyu. Don't ask me. I don't understand it either. Maybe I'm trying to find something I lost years ago, through music.
Liz made a pink Satan balloon card for her Dad's birthday yesterday. It's absolutely divine and her Father is going to hate it, because he's Catholic. She made a matching Satan cake as well, with inverted crosses, and pentagrams drawn all over in pinks and reds. I completely adore her. I'm shitting my pants with excitement for what she's gonna do for my birthday, because she actually likes me. Her dad tries to make her go to Crutch, erm I mean Church, so she despises him.
I feel like a newborn baby, with bright blue eyes, looking at the World for the first time. No wonder why babies throw up all over the place. I don't blame them. I feel bad for them. Which is why I eat them. I save them from the crap they won't have to deal with. Like niggers. Or politics. ...or school, which is where I have to be right now.
*End rant*