Time goes on things tend to live, grow, and die in that order most of the time, but sometimes things just die. I just don't know anymore I've lost myself and sometimes stumble back. Like right now it's one of those rare occasions that just don't happen anymore I guess I've just moved on grow up or some stupid excuse like that. Maybe I'm just lying to myself I mean who doesn't these days, it almost seems like everyone is a political slut or just a slut. Just think about it is getting a disease and dying really what you want? I guess people don't give a fuck about themselves and degrade themselves and others just to have people like them and be friends with them, and then they tell me I'm the fucked up person and I don't even know these Idiots. It's pointless you might as well play in traffic it's basically what your doing anyway. It's not like I have anything to regret I can't change the past I just learn from it to better myself. Even if I did it would be fucking pointless that time is gone. Everyone's demise is coming you are and were born into it, but thats life living just to fucking die. Somedays I'd rather die than live, but who doesn't feel like that. The last time I didn't have a care about dying I was maybe fifteen without a care in the world and now I'm almost twenty. That's another thing that needs addressing, my picture on the main page is over two years old. I should probably update that, maybe I will by the time someone reads this. For now and until then.

Over, Out...