what will I discover to you this frozy morning? Actually... Nothing interesting. Im just wanna be as I am. As people always saying "honest to yourself." (this phrase must be said with tonns of sarcasm)
well, now it's time. You know the simple truth about all writers (exept W.S.Moem, I guess) - all of them are trying to be as miserable as they can when they start to write an autobiography.
I am not special (even if I know all dat shit about writers)
I am miserable.
Why, you asking me? well, may be cuz of the fucking situation, when, it's almots 10 in a morning I am sitting with my fucking laptop - jobless, sexless, idol(less) AND ...... hopeless. haha, that would be so funny, if it wouldn't be so tragic.
Im even write with grammar mistakes - because Im drunk (or I missed my english grammar classes??)
BAD BAD attendance was (and does) my alter-ego and idea-fix
The person I love think tha
t Im usual stupid teenage girl (and he damn right), the person I want think that I am ugly without make up (and here he damn right too)
SO, (s) what do I have at the moment?? Ugly, stupid teenage girl (who lost her job and half of her family, but still have several friends (at this point she can not understand WHY they are still friends) all that because she (or me) full of her own stupidity. no... STUPIDITY.) (full-of-sarcasm voice, plz)
sometimes I am go crazy (what driving to to this boiling point??? WHATTAHELLISGOINGON??????)
20 MINUTES AGO I WAS SITTING, SMOKING AND... talking to myself (shizo-phrenos??? OMG)
and tooooooooday is a bad day (cuz tomorrow is monday (and all days before mondays arre really really BAD BAD ) hihihi)
what a simple, usual, fat, ugly, brainless person I am??
mom, I want get back into your stomack (and pleace, do some abortion before my fucking birthday)
shit, I don't wanna say my name.