well the doorbell rang, i swiftly scooped up some of my excrement from the floor and spiked up the remainder of my hair. I opened the door and it was the shop keeper assistant. She was taken agahst by...
i have just woken up is a pool of my own faeces and vomit from the little cocktail i made last night. when will it end? i cant stop vomitting. want it to end. the leprosy has claimed my remaining ear...
ive tried everything but im still not happy. i thought comming on here would make me normal and maybe i could meet some friends. but everyone thinks i am a bad person. so i have made a cup of my own...
i now only have 1 arm as they thought i was dead but turned out i wasnt. but they had to cut an arm off to fit me into the coffin. i cant do anything now. berely lift a bottle of vodka
