This photo ended up on my other blog’s dashboard today. I just couldn’t help but to think it’s kind of true, you know, for myself at least. I’m not saying I’m a good blogger, I’m saying I’m completely insane and my followers appreciate that. Some may not and they can suck my dick. Or not. Because my dick is too good for them. But you would have it worse than I do if you were me, on the other hand. So this is where “Bitch, you don’t know my life!” is the only  right thing to say. Come on, let’s face it; how many of you woke up to find out they’re still alive, every fucking time they literally killed themselves? I’m cursed. Don’t compete with me.

Thank you by the way, that one special person, for sticking with, and not giving up on me. I’m such a dick person but I quite appreciate all the love I’ve been getting although I don’t show. I can’t feel love, so I can’t return it. If I knew how to fake it, maybe I would. But I’m not even gonna try and I’m not even gonna apologize. I guess that’s just how I roll.

I’ll completely be honest with you. My life has come to a point where I’ve got nothing left to say or do. I can’t even relate my life to anything. What about my feelings though? Well, am I feeling anything at all? No, not that I’m aware of. What’s left there to feel anyway?

If you think there’s for me, more to life, more to feel, more to live; I’m only one proof away. You’re more than welcome to prove me life is worth living for. I’m more than willing to prove you wrong.

Iwilltakeyoudownwithme.

This was me, being the most honest at my best. If you don’t like it, go fuck yourself with the remote control or something.