I don’t know exactly how to label myself anymore. Nobody is true, because somebody else has done it already. Like if I love myself then I’m egotistical, but if I kill myself then I must have wanted to n be like Kurt {Cobain}. I never know how to complete myself because there’s always that part of me that is 100% confused on who I’m supposed to be. I will never be a “normal” in society because my preferences are not accented.

I have the gut feeling that I’m never going to see the age of 26. Don’t ask me why, because suicide has never been the thought. It’s too stupid. I’m just the piece of onion ring that always seems to find its way into the fries. Because nobody likes that. I love you all I hate myself, it’s just the way I’ve always felt You are right and I am wrong, so lie your ass off all day long.