Those are random stuff I think about, that's all. Spiritualize yourself (though it's not so spiritual or special or even original), discover how cunt I can be, discover my schizophrenic mind. It's like a journal, but only it's updated when I feel like it. Whoo...

I come as I am, I'm nobody but me. I'm afraid of everything but of the end of the world. I don't waste my time wishing peace, I'd rather waste it having fun. But anyway, having fun isn't wasting time. Or is it the best way to? I'm happy, I love my life. I'm lucky. I don't have anything to complain about. I eat enough everyday, I have somewhere to live, my parents aren't divorced, I have an electric guitar, a computer, some ambition, enough brain and intelligence, I have health, what else can I ask for? I do think I'm one of the luckiest people on Earth.

~Sunday, July 21. 7:22 AM~

Don't you sometimes feel so empty? I wonder why people smile when there's hapiness. I wonder what really causes hapiness. I wonder why I love music, it's just music, dammit. I don't know why I swear either. I don't know anything. What should I do now? With them, I don't fit in. With myself, I'm bored. I think I'd rather be bored. Unless I can't hurt myself, or at least without having pleasure... I'm happy, can't you see it? No, I'm not sarcastic.

~Monday, July 22. 3:57 PM~

I'm addicted to addictions. I feel like I could say the same things day after day without being bored. Well, today I feel like it. Maybe I won't tomorrow. But I'm trying to not think about that. I don't even remember, how does inspiration comes? It always comes without a sign. It's like a mental illness after your head has been knocked on a wall. Lol, now I sound mad. I've always sound mad/been the freak since I'm born. Firstly, I'm one of the youngest of the whole family (including cousins, blah-blah), so I'm already kinda on another planet. And then in school I was trying to get attention (notice the past tense), so sure it brought freakness. And now. Now I'm a freak and I admit it and I'm mentally ill and I'm fine. Want a proof? I wouldn't call this site 'Unplugged Schizo' if I wasn't proud to be one. Whoo, I'm impressed. How did I wrote a whole paragraph out of nothing? Guess it's so-called 'inspiration'. Sometimes inspiration pisses me off. Like when I walk on the street and something comes out of my brain. Then when I find some paper and pencil to note it... I don't remember anymore. Whoo. That's why for now on, I'm gonna try to bring a pencil and a note pad as often as possible. And maybe my guitar plectrum too. Because, I dunno, it sort of makes me feel secure or something. I'm still stuck with music in my head. I wonder how it doesn't bursts. Maybe it already did.

~Friday, July 26. 11:26 AM~