January 2010
Jan 9th 2010
I love my life.
Something else that is nice
No matter how much people hate me.
In the years to come it will mean nothing,
Which is always a nice thought.
So stupid.
No use actually getting mad, I mean what’s the point? Oh well, I guess I can be the starter of a conversation. Ohp! I shouldn’t let my ego get to big.
Silly kids
What would you do if you woke up today and couldn’t see my face? Why did I have to leave at such a terrible time? What convinced you to commit this awful crime? Everyday we spent our time with one another, even if by our blood we were not brothers. I’ll miss so, so much when I rot in my grave. Maybe you won’t die alone and feel this betrayed.