So I've been sitting in this god awful, butt numbing chair for the past 15 minutes wondering which of my many thoughts to let loose. I'm not sure, for now. I feel like Godzilla on a rampage in which city was it? Tokyo? Anyway, I'm on such a power trip, I'm not sure what to do. Eat a bunch of pedestrians, or destroy a building, do I make sense? That's how I feel. I feel like a monster, a threat to the human race. How awful is that?

I feel like a threat, I really do. Not the good threats, if you get what I mean. I guess I have homicidal thoughts? Don't worry, I won't kill you, I'll just think about it. Okay, that came out very wrong. Moving on from this awkward phase, I just feel weird. I feel like Pinocchio, is that how it's spelt? You know, he's the puppet boy, who wants to be a real boy. To have all these emotions, thoughts and wonderful thrill rides. He's a retard, a huge retard. I wonder if he knows how it gets so tired to feel. It's a chore to feel happy now a days. "Why aren't you smiling? You're such an emo kid." Thanks, thanks a lot.

I guess I'm not thankful for my many blessings, to be able to feel, to be able to live. But it's so hard now a days. Hah- I'm such a whiner. But god so help me, there's no bright side anymore. The line between good and evil is getting blurer than usual. I guess it's society, or maybe it's just all in my head. I wonder if it makes a difference to cry, I don't believe this is true anymore. I'm going to fexcellent/