Silently in the cold dark air Walking oblivious to the world around Too fucked up to give or care says thousands of words without a sound Attacked by chance Bombarded by fate before she ever gave a glance it was little too late She doomed us to pain Despair destruction and war Darkness would reign What is light for ?

When i was 12, i started drinking. Maybe a wine/orange juice,maybe a vodka but all hope was lost. i was addicted. Addicted at age 12. Some evenings in the summer as the cicadas chirped in the sweet southern air, i'd have drink.Just adrink. No harm done. That thought lingered in my fevered brain. Accompanied by thoughts of Euro history, sex and sadness. Religion never meant anything to me. Commitment was wasted. people kept telling me i'd go to hell.They asked me "What if the apocolypse came tommorrow?" tomorrow came but the apocolypse remained unfufilled. School was a burden, the cross I beared. The academics were easy.A's and B's showed their bright faces on my report card. Social problems were what brought me down. I was made fun of, but didn't care. They called me gothic, i called them shit-faced crackwhores. Pretty even fight I guess. That I didn't let control me. In a way, I controlled them.

i'm bored. my other self hates you. i think your'e hot. mikey way's yummy. my other self likes him too. if i ever die, i'll leave my stuff to my fat cat. she's like the feline mama cass or bhudda. bhudda's cool. i'm not a Bhuddist. I'm going to publish all of this AND MORE in a book called Keine Kampf.

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