Here we go again, that I loved

I'm surprised anyone reads my garbage. I say the same things over and over again. Wah.

I wish I could get a life, but I'm afraid to. The ones I've lived have been grim.

I did apologize to Madonna. I said she was right about insanity, but they did it more than once, and I thrashed. Where are secret prisons when you need them? Deathstars even chains his down.

Ouch.

Which brings me to my next point. This shouldn't be a kooky, evil thing. We should go to clinics. We also need a confession booth. I don't mind saying it.

Bring it on.

After Putin ripped my heart out, I don't want to love again. The bad news is, just like Putin, we don't chose who we love.