When I write, I don't stop, and I'm not gonna. I'm gonna write and think and vomit my thoughts in the form of sentences thrown together by someone with little or no education. But maybe I underestimate myself. Maybe somewhere, someday, I will throw out a gem of knowledge that will make your life complete, and you will thank me forever because something I say clicked for you. I doubt this will happen at the age of 15, but maybe I'm lucky. Maybe my intellect surpasses that of a duck. But maybe not.

Maybe I'm a self-loathing, attention seeking cow with nothing to do with my life but complain about how much I dislike it. Or maybe I'm just confused and lost and I am trying to sort things out by saying them out loud. And I don't care if anyone ever reads this, or cares about these words, because I'm being selfish. This is for me, and no one else, and I don't mind if you read it, but it makes no difference to me whether you care or you don't. Most likely you don't, because you're selfish. We're all fucking selfish, it's human nature.  Survival of the fittest, right? You have mental problems? Well fuck you, I'm not gonna let you drag me down. I'm on my way to the top, I'm gonna be a big star one day, and I don't need other people's bullshit dragging me down. No.                      yeah, that's what you're all thinking. And I know it. It's what everyone is thinking. I don't believe a single soul on this earth honestly cares completely selflessly about anything. You say you're in love? Why? Because of the way he holds you, and the way she kisses you, whatever. The way YOU feel. And if they didn't make YOU feel that way, you wouldn't give a damn about them. So stop lying to me and saying "I love you" or "I'm worried" because I can see right through your fucking contacts, and you're eyes are telling me you want to go fuck and I'm vunerable. You want to go do something and I'm your ride there. You want to be in love, and I have a cute friend.  I'm surprised you remember my fucking name.