Do you think you know me? Do you WANT to know me? Read this. I can garuntee you'll be surprised.

no one knows me. not really. because i'm like a shop... I pick and choose what i put in the display window. there are some things that i'll never tell any of you. because those things died with the people involved, and i dont particularly feel like talking about it.

i hate alot of people. you'd be surprised. you'd be really fucking surprised. because these people..... you wouldn't know why i hated them. but i know why. i guess you could call me two faced, cos when i'm around these people i laugh and smile and make polite fucking conversation. but u wouldn't believe how much i just want to reahc up and strangle them. till they fucking stop breathing and beyond. there are certain people who i just want to violate. i want to rip them open and share their blood around, then kick dust in their bruised and bloodied faces.

i feel sorry for people who know me. i wish i could die and put them out of their misery. but i hate the human condition.... that sickly disgusting desire to falsely flatter the dead by pretending to miss them.