ok so i do give a s**t.
so i do give a s**t but only when it really matters. not some stupid thing like "ooh i cant decide what color T-shirt i wanna wear to go to the mall...." thats stupid.
im addicted to writing blogs for no reason
hope is the thing that bla....i have none.
i give hope to people around me yet keep none for myself. how true. how sad.
im not crying.
i am laughing all the way from here to heaven or hell. whichever will take me.
i hate kool-aid.
it is raining and the drips seem to mock me as i wonder if it will ever stop.
it never shines with clear skies and a sun. it always has clouds.
but what did you expect from an idiot like me?
it is humid and the fog seems to think like i do cause it hides the true beauty around.
there is never a moment of weakness in my appearance. only in me. i am weak and i grab strength from that knowledge.
i am strong. strong like the twin towers who were betrayed by their original owners. strong like Martin Luther King Jr. who stoop up to those politically incorrect bastards to shut them up. strong like the strongest man alive contest you see on TV on ESPN in the mornings when there is nothing to watch. strong like courtney love after being accused of Kurt Cobain's murder/suicide that still hasn't been solved. strong like Nelson Mandela who was imprisoned for "life" but was taken out because someone took into account that he was actually innocent. strong like the wind that blows your mind. strong. stronger than strong i am weak. and from that i grab strength. and i grab strength. and since i am weak and my strength is my weakness i can never be weak for someone.
haha
hi
my n-n-na-name is
a-a-a-a-a-al-ala-a-alan
a-and i pla-plan t-tt-to make it mean so-s-something
