In the Summer Rain, We Burned Away

I made a post on my Myspace blog which went something like "blah blah blah my life sucks and I wanna give up, etc." A couple hours later, I figured I was being a fuckhead so I followed it up with this message by the way of a blog entry that I felt I had to get out loud and clear...

Come on now, would you really expect me to give up so quickly? No fucking way. Ignore the post below.

I mean what the hell...I'm so much better than that shit. I'm undoubtably one of the most intelligent people I've encountered and, as odd as it is, for about half the week I look absolutely fuckin stunning and for the other half I look average. That's bothersome but, don't worry, that little problem will be fixed real soon and I hope to find the consistency I'm lookin for. It'll enable me to move at full-force - something I haven't done in fuck knows how long. If people can't "get" me, fuck em. Not worth my time.

So basically, as long as I can control my psychotic critical psychoanalytical mindfuck of a head, I'm unfuckwithable. I get too careful and observant sometimes.

And finally, I'm sick of patience and my half assed morals (which somehow manage to constantly screw me over). Fuck that, I don't wanna be perfect anymore. I'm not gonna be patient. I'm gonna take what I want and do whatever the fuck I please. Sometime ago, I was willing to submit myself to anyone who could control me. Fuck that as well. I don't want it. I'll do what I want with myself.

Also, I absolutely cannot understate my thanks to you for pushing me in this direction!

Fuck off please.



Minus the sarcasm - thanks to anyone who had an open ear. Much appreciated.

Music: AFI - Affliction