Fucking scarves. I love them. homemade. I'm jammin to afro man. Another idea. Blogs are used to (just like most of hte internet) to get peoples attention. We want to get peoples attention that we don't know. This way is so much easier. So profound. People just can't man the fuck up and meet people. Afraid to put themselves on the line. I'm afraid to put myself on the line most of the time. I just can't be me cuz I'd be so over the top. Or mayb e I just feel like i would need to be so over the top.
Fuckin goths, they go so over the top. Same w/ emo queers (no hate emoqueers). Ya but inside what are they? They're fucking screaming out for anything. For any attention.
Attention whores. They've got all they need. Til they get old and ugly. Then they have nothing. Fucking wrinkly ass tits. I sound angry. I am angry. And its me that i'm angry at and in turn im angry at everyone. The worst things i see in others are the things that i like the least about myself. LIke how i cant express myself.
All of our ideas, coming from our, coming from signs, commericals, movies. What the fuck is original. I can't even come up with an original title for this post. Is that all we really are?
Fucking self expression is a beautiful thing. Whether it is fucking hate, sadness, or whatever. HOwever, the most beautiful form is happiness and carelessness. So much hapiness that you want to cry. That nothing matters.
