I Don't Want to

Well, so all of my friends ditched me. J of Springfield, MO was the biggest bitch on the planet and when I crack, I'm thinking of going after her. I'm going to give her a hug, police. I don't care if she sues me, calls me immature or anything else. I hate her and hope she gets something horrible thrown her way. Campbell got what she deserved.

I needed somebody, anybody, and they all betrayed me at once. This was before I went all Rambo over the internet.

I know, I know, I get to work at Wal-Mart and do nothing with my life while everyone else gets to live it up, have friends, do fun things. They wonder why I get jealous. I get to deserve it because of my brain. I found out today that they have a procedure that could help me, but I'll never see it. I could be normal, go to real school, and be a scientist, which is my dream.

I wouldn't have to worry about the crackheads in Hollywood trying to use me to further their own agendas. I am in "Eat Me, Drink Me" at 2:01. It says Kaela. I'm sure he'll say it's another, but it's me, just like I'm in "I Want to Believe." What the fuck is wrong with them? I'm a person.

Normally, I live in my delusions and I'm pretty content in Hell, paying dues (not that I'd ever get anywhere anyway, but that's what I say), but they've made that difficult. I want my brain fixed or my hallucination-reward back.

Anyway, Russian mafia, or anyone, could you go give J a hug. I'm in a bad mood and someone has to pay.

I agree with Bjork a little today.

If you want to know, I don't remember new information very well. I barely remember Medea or breakfast. While it looks like I have ability, I'm fairly disabled due to my defect. I spent years learning how to type and do basic grammar.