Dreamy

At some point I just gave up on being what people expected of me. I started down this path to individuality that when coupled with insane amount of sadness created an overwhelmingly obvious crazy person. And now i'm an individual but it's negative because I scream inappropriately and get bug eyed and fall on the floor when i feel tired and all this because I have no control, because i'm dying and I just want someone to say, "You are so fucked up, do you need some help?" But the hilariously fucked up thing is, 'No one does.'

:)

It's late, i'm tired, and yet here i am; I'm wasting time with useless unseen messages.

I'm bored and I want something interesting to read. 

Ahhhhh, I didn't mean to publish that last chapter just yet! Dang.

Posting my chapter of 'I Write Weird Things' early this week.