9/24/2011

Poop

I get the feeling constantly that as soon as I'm trying to make something worth while, I start failing miserably.

It's kind of like, if I am cooking I can make something delicious as long as its for me, but as soon as I have to make something for someone else I immediately stop giving a fuck.
I either do too much or too little

Of course I'm not sure if this has any substance to the real world in a literal sense.
I just want to be a better human being, is that so bad?

Poop in the gutter aye?

9/22/2011

Crappy pasta

Something I wrote in about two hours, 2nd thing I've ever finished, first time creepy pasta. I enjoy it but need to edit the ending. So vola











9/21/2011

I think to myself, what is something clever to write?
Not one person reads this but myself yet I still want to be clever what does that tell you?


9/19/2011

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9/18/2011

Honesty

I think about how many lies I've told in my life, and I must admit, I'm one of the biggest liars I know
But when I think about why, I have no reason, infact I lie for the stupidest fucking reasons I know.

Things are a bit like this in my head:
Reason one: I don't want to get yelled at for not feeding the dog
Reason two: I don't want to have to have a long conversation about why I didn't feed the dog.
Reason three: I don't want to talk about the dog
Reason four: I feel bad for not feeding the dog.

My last is normally the first reason I feel, but I guess my point is, I don't understand why I don't just do these things. The dog needs food, the dog needs water, I need the same things, but if I don't eat I don't care enough to do anything. Am I evil for this?
Yes

Will I ever understand you, Brain?

9/17/2011

The absolute first post

Well, I guess this is the start.
I'll say first that yes I'm a dog, no it should not bother you to not read this anymore, second I have no idea where this is going to go.

Lets begin then.