i hate everything, but then i don't hate everything. one second i am praying for death, then the next i am begging god for my pathetic life. what the fuck? i'll tell you what, i don't fucking care, and here's why... i'm slightly intoxicated, and all i can really feel right now is the place where i chewed my nail too low on my thumb. everytime i hit the fucknig spae bar it sends a small jolt of pain into my thumb. think i care? not to the extent that i'll stop typing, but then again, i might try to remeber the discomfort of nails chewed too low before i decide to take my stress out on my hands again. it's not really like i think about biting my nails... it's just that i can't not fidgit. figit? fuckit. i think i have a naturally bad attitute toward everything. it's gotten to the point where, even when i'm happy, i'm also pissed about something. or just apathetic. apathy gets me attention. isn't that wierd? it doesn't take much, but when my spoon full of sugar runs out, that's it. ok, fom now on i'm not going to fix my typos anymore. fuck fixing typos. why do i do it? so all of you assholes will think i'm smart? so you'll think i'm a good little typer? fuk thaty./ i suck at typing, i'm computer illiterate, and i ac]t spell worth a damn either. i'll be back tomorrow with more to say... i just wanted to see if my account here wasstillactive. it was. it is. it will be. in the words of my esteemed governor... i'll be back (tomorrow).