you know, i really hate people who use sneaky methods to **** up other people's minds. those who say things deliberately to inspire painful emotions like anger, guilt, and jealousy in others. they think they are hiding it, they think they are being sooo very subtle, they think it isn't apparent at all. but guess what folks, it IS!!! i think people who do that are s****ing the bottom of the barrel when it comes to morality, don't you?
it's very interesting what happens when a person has, shall we say SURPLUS ENERGY. where to put all that extra stuff? on this end of the line, my kidneys are taking a beating, let me tell you. i can feel them doing something weird. YOU, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!! hello there, old friends!
i wish this and that. i wish this and i wish that. and o please do give me some of that over there, too.
so, anyway, getting back to the old subject of MIND****ING. how many of you out there can honestly say that YOU DO THIS to other people? please o PLEASE stand up, so we can all boo and hiss and throw things at you. how many times can you remember that you deliberately said or did something in an o so subtle way just to hurt somebody else? so subtle...so nobody can ever really call you on it. what SHALL we do with YOU? feed you to the wolves?
clothing is very overrated, you know, especially in the summertime. it feels much better, being naked. getting some fresh air on the skin is important, to say the least. it would be nice if our stupid, ****ed up society didn't have so many restrictions! but really, it's at times like these that i have to give it up for my self-hatred; if i was one of those lovely, semi-fortunate people who truly appreciate their own bodies i would probably be parading me and mine up and down the street at this very moment! but, alas, i hate my body. let's just say it's in a STATE OF TRANSITION. and i don't know if i mean that in a good way. the whole situation is rather torturous in truth. "hypersexuality"? when you really want to just take off all your clothes and run free into the elements from which you came but you have this sort of nagging little voice in your head that says "o god, please DON'T, it's just too gross for words..." well then you get yourself into a bit of a psychological pickle. MY LIFE IS TORTURE!! not really. i don't have much to complain about, except those ****ers that are trying to poison me every hour of every day with all kinds of bullshyte.