do you know how nice it is to just sit and type stuff for no reason. ya . i feel like invisible. i dunno why everyones nice enough to me but i still feel ignored. ironically i don't like talking or being with people so my situations hopeless. i spent all my art class writing in code so people couldn't read my meaningless thoughts.. blah blah . i used to love to draw and now because all we do is draw the same fucking teapots and shit day after day i hate art class so much. i just wanna shove that teapot up mr chards ass!!! those stupid fuckers in the art department don't know what the fuck they're doing.
some rumour was going around my old school about a grade 8 who got abducted. what really happened was that she went to her aunts house and her parents forgot and panicked.. idiots they should be able to keep track of their own fucking daughter.
my parents are fighting again. like little children they yell and scream and throw the occasional book. mostly just screaming and door slamming. and my sisters all mad and has locked herself in the bathroom and won't come out.
my families all psyco
so now i will hide myself away in the basement where none of it can touch me and i can type in peace.
the page of code i wrote in art class was one of those big double sized papers. i wrote portarait instaed of landscape so im gonna hang it on my wall. im gonna put a suicide note and other strange comments on my door just to annoy the hell outta my parents because they can't read it. and then when the light is turned out and i lie in my bed i can look around at all the depression and anger and pain and frustration i've taped to my walls and hope i will feel better because of it all.
when i got home today i was so mad about not being able to have fun drawing anymore i took one of the big kitchen knives and stabbed the fuck out of my basement carpet. i felt better.
well i think thats enough head shit for now. besides i've other things to do.