You know, the entries I've made after I died are hilariously sinister in a transparent, underlying way. Some are insane and make me laugh, but then I kind of have the reality set in. And that's never fun. I really could care less to write about my everyday life. It's all a waste. I don't give a fuck about it, so how could anybody else? Anyways. Being alone was always the same. I just hid it from myself better before. I wonder if it will end, but it's really just my brain subconsciously thinking of ways to make a new lie. My grades are decent now. Everything's gotten suprisingly easy, except for the bullshit that I don't do. Chunks of my teeth are gone from grinding so much. I can't eat sugar now because it'll hurt too much. Two lollipops would be enough to spoil my teeth for the rest of the day. It's alright, though, because sugar is shit, anyways. Yes, we are all trapped inside of our bodies. A lot of you try to enhance the appearance of your cage, but I find it pointless since it's going to fall apart and age and get ugly in many years, if you even last that long. Why fall in love with the feeling of sharing it with someone, realize it's nothing, and try to hold on to the shell? It's all so pointless. Please, love the soul. The shell will crumble and go away. Can't you find the essence and cherish it? Sex just isn't going to cut it anymore. The meaning of it has been degraded. It's all been torn down so horribly. The goodness in all has been stripped away. It was cheapened a long time ago, but it doesn't hurt to try. Why did I have to do this to myself? How could I have tried to find something true, loving, and eternal? How could I have opened myself, always giving, but get taken advantage of? Even if it's a sad story, I'm grossly ridiculed and slandered. I don't know. Inside of me, I know the goodness is still there. But, God, why did you all extinguish it? Why did you supress the person that was once so happy? Doesn't anybody understand how hard I fucking tried? Yet you all are putting it off for so long... I'm harshly disappointed and hurt, but I don't know what I could have expected. My life isn't exactly sensational and exciting, but a lot of you have depressingly small lives. Wow. Just, wow. How can you blog about the most unimportant bullshit? My god, the bandwidth your entries take up are worth less than furry porn, and that's just bad. In fact, it is YOU that should yiff in hell, you fucks. Sleep has come to me once again. One final thing: I will be giving a pistol a blowjob before I get landed with a cubicle job. That is all. | 
