i waste my time and don't do anything productive. I am useles in every way. I walk down the street unnoticed and still i strive for more of meaning of life. Until i turned 18 i never thought i was my actions could do. If i was important i would not die soon but i will try to make the best out of my sitution, because i an enigma or so i say i am. What do you think Fuck you fuckyou fuck you fuck you you're cool screw this i'm out

i thought i knew you. I thought I loved you, but you withheld truth that was important. I was you. You were a liar. Drenched in your own pit of shit. Wishing you were someone else. I thought you were unique but you are not. You are only a figment of my imagination now. Because you don't exist to me. Thanks for showing how some women but not all women. I hope if anyone is serching they will find that kind person to spend eternity or extacy for the rest of their life. I haven't i wish i could love you.

i hate that i'm writing this i hate myself i hate you i hate aliens i love women i hate posers i hate presidents i hate beer i hate marijuana (sort of) i love jesus i hate the way the world is i hate that i can't change it i hate war i hate hippies i love LA i hate new york i hate the yankees i hate terrorist i wish i fit in.....

I remember the days thinkin of different ways wishin i lived by the bay buts that okay growing up in south central livin with plans not even dental kickin it smokin til i went mental now i live without the chronic dreamin of bionics like hyrdroponics now i'm trapped in my own filth knowing that it was built i know i shouldn't but i couldn't live without sweet indo to let go for a moment in time frozen for me to see growin without central now that i live in the suburbs i see more herbs than i can indure but i still hate to serve or be controlled by anything person or substance that is why i'm growin without