Do you ever sit at 2:45 am and think, "wow, my life is great!"
Because I dont.
Truth is, life is just some video game and you're the charecter. You're being controlled by society and everything you say or do will either effect you awfully, or effect you awfully.
So, I was a little happy today, I was with someone I was happy with.
All I hoped is they didn't notice me trying to cut my leg with my nail. Unfortunately, they'd be noticeable once they bled.
If you've read my book We're All a Little Crazy Here then you've heard my little speel about all that damaged book shit.
Something wishes I could actually write well. Or do anything well for that matter.
All my friends have at least one thing they're good at.
L: Drawing
M: Making original items
A: Crafting things
M: Making people smile the most
Me. What am I good at. Oh yeah. Being a depressed transgendered failure who's friends probably hate him.
God I hope none of them have found this book.
Also, why I can't do shit? I'm not sure. Maybe because people know I'll probably never live to do anything good?
