My so called "life"

so much i want to say
but i refuse to

this is the internet
and anybody can read it
and i can't very well talk about someone if they follow me
even if they don't even log on
or even if i think they are just to conceited to read mine
or even if they don't have an account to this


i have a scene set up in my head
that i would like to be in right now
i guess its my little taste of paradise
but thats not gonna happen for a number of reasons


every time i hear a seether song i get depressed
which i just noticed a day or so ago
and i know why
and im not going to share it


i think i might curl up in my fort
and write what i really want to say in my notebook
my notebook knows more about me than anyone in the world
in a sense i guess
i guess it just knows a combination of what different people know
which makes it powerfull
and is why i hide it

and i probably should just throw it away
cuz it has a bunch of shit in there
and i always feel obligated to go back and read it
then i get depressed


idk






i just kinda really want to b alone atm, because people are just randomly pissing me off


blah, i think it's nap time..