It's not like I particularly have anything to hide; well except this blog, the twincest forum, the twincest stories and the porn, but I always delete my history anyway, so it's not really a big deal.
But whatever, it just makes me so unbelievably nervous.
I was going through my school bag, to see what homework and shit I had to do and I found a piece of paper with a million random scribblings on it. So i'm going to convert it all into here. Please excuse my depressive ramblings.
What's written on the sheet will be in ' ' and I might make notes at the side. Here's the frst little bit:
'Coney Island. Day trip. Board walk - tacky. Alcohol. getting off with people you shouldnt get off with. Tom & gf. Swaggers alot. Bill meets somehow? romance/fluff. Rollerskates?' - I think that was a story idea I had.
'I don't think there's anything worse than sitting in a room full of happy lively people when you're on your own and depressed. I hate those days. I hate those people. Fuck that. I especialy hate fake people. If you're going to pretend to be someone else, at least do it gradually.'
'I need to drink more. Get really drunk and forget everything.'
'Everyone keeps laughing loud. It makes me want to break their necks. Clutch them between my nimble hands, squeeze tight so I can feel their jugular pulsate, then SNAP. Just like that. Just a quick twist. I think i could do it. Easily. Rette mich?'
fuck, this makes me sound so pyschopathic. I dont even know why I was thinking that. I was in a weird mood on friday. My friends left me sat at some table all on my own. Solitude is clearly no good for me.
Happy national condom week.
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