For some reason I feel like I’d need a degree to understand, I feel awesome. Woo! I ate nothing but apple jacks (12 boxes) and drank nothing but sodas(pops?) with artificial cherry flavoring for the last three days. I didn’t sleep. Avoided sharp objects. And I wrote like some dude in a gimp suit had a pez dispenser full of firecrackers pointed at my head.
That was a weird image. Also I listened to Porcelain Black, lots of her. My favorite song is Who’s Next. Oh, who’s it going to be? Who’s going to be next? I want a boy taste like whiskey and cigarettes!
I think I am destined to be a cougar. First I need to learn how to growl like she does. She’s not a cougar but that song makes me think of cougars. I just realized something terrible. You have to have a vagina to be a cougar. And experienced, and probably at least kind of hot.
I’ve been told I’m that last one… Unfortunately, I am twenty and all I have experience in is being not experienced.. Also I don’t have a vagina… This is a terrible day.
Oh well. It’s still a great day because I think, hopefully, maybe, I’m done grieving, and I got five cookies today.
Why did I get cookies and not share? Well I don’t know where you live and ALSO I get cookies for not intentionally hurting myself.
I know my site thingy is called P!nkdependent, but I just couldn’t listen to her. Normally her music makes me all kinds of happy but I think maybe the whole suicide thing put me off. Like I became a huge fan when I was getting to the “I don’t deserve to live” stage of life and she helped me, made me feel understood, so I didn’t. He did. Icky feelings.
You’re beautiful and brilliant and if you don’t believe me, ask your mom. I bet she’d agree. If she doesn’t, give a homeless guy a dollar to say it to you. He KNOWS!