[Shyandquietguy]

My anti depressents are making me emotionally wired, which in turn has caused me to resent some of the more common emotions. They are the smallest available dosage from a clinic for the homeless and financially impoverished..

I can only expect myself to be rolling over absent minded cats in this trailer park in a stupor influenced of oppressed, ambiguous and ill-managed anger and violent intentions.

I actually had a thought of trying to scrape the inside of my vein when I'm donating plasma.

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! There is absolutely no way of getting past this wet dream shit is there? If I stopped masturbating, it would make my sensitive areas a lot more dull. However, I have never attempted to cut myself before. BUT since chopping off the balls is a one-way street, I think I'll only include it when I finally decide to do myself in. Put up a live web-cam and give the world a glimpse of me shooting my sac off before doing myself in with fucking snakes.

I don't know how things will play out right now but I sure as hell hope starting my new job won't be disasterous. I'm hoping for low zoo fences.

P.S. I know snakes are in fucking terrariums. Polar bears aren't.

To Chojin. Some of my thoughts are half serious but I was sincere about the main topic when I started it.

Guitar Woman may be on to something! I think drugs may be the next answer here folks! Music is a tad gray and so is video games and I barely know how to tap in my emotions to make drawing any fun. All I can draw is fucking DICKS and play the most monotonous shit that I can't seem to pull myself away from and the ambiguouty I'm getting from Oysterhead is gonna make me fugue but I'm fucking bored of everything else that I have. I can't even listen to classic rock without feeling depressed because the song is either so over the top obvious and poppy like shit or my knowledge of the lyrics makes me feel like I've never lived life at all.