OH MY GOD........im cazy....!!!!!!!!!!
Sep. 8th, 2005 12:01 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
ISNT IT NICE? THAT I AM A SLICE OF DEPRESSION AND A VILE OF SICKNESS, IM CRITICIZED. IM A DARK PERSON, I CANT ACT NICE ENOUGH TO "NORMAL" PEOPLE, I LIKE THE SICKEST THINGS, I THINK THE THINGS EVERYONE ELSE IS HORRIFIED AND DISGUSTED BY ARE KIND OF FUNNY......SORRY THE CAT MADE A FUNNY SCREECH SOUND.
i get mad at the dumbest things and lose my mind when i feel insecure, i dont want to take care of anyone not that i have to though right? blood, violence and pain, creative self injury, breaking things, throwing things at random targets (so you better get the fuck out of the way when im pissed and there are throw-able objects around. screaming and cursing at peopole making them mad or flat out hate themselves then i feel like i accomplished something, paranoia is just apart of my being, hate is not that big of a deal.... right now, and i AM capable of loving you can ask my fiance HAH!
all this isnt even the half of it! damn it! and im not even like this half the time.... ok then again ill just say that i am sometimes mistaken for a normal person. and the way i write on things... shit! paper rips and can be lost or misplaced and i dont want my writing or thoughts to get away,
Ok sex... im just a freak there, i dont have it all the time though, just create situations related to it and maybe everything to do with it, nothing wrong (depends on what you consider normal though)
i feel lost and dont know where to go in life and i have a condition in my eyelids (really cool though) where sometimes rarely my eyes will sort of bleed if i get so mad and my blood pressure gets high enough, so i cant get all teary eyed in front of too many people, im insecure and paranoid like crazy at times and im depressed though no one can see it in terms of sadness, im very smart, though lately i dont know what is wrong with me, i feel stuck overwhelmed and my brain is grinding when it used to just sail, frustrated and tense, though i havnt had any out bursts yet or any thoughts of rage or urges to rape and ravish the household of its security and comfort as well as normality though that left the minute i learned to speak. what is happening to me?
its not just a nick name anymore. growing up with a nickname like that just creates a standard of lunacy for you i suppose if that makes any sense, might as well change my name to the fucking word.
i feel as though i didnt even touch the points i set to make here. typical