You know me. You understand how I think, or at least I believe you do. Either way, this is probably the only clear view of me there is. And even with this fact, no matter how hard I try, I'm never where I want to be.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Maybe deriving more pleasure than one should from another's misfortune is bad, but honestly I can't seem to care. Who cares if I'm going to hell for it? I'm feeling good all the way down.
Just another unknown out of millions letting out everything I can't. I guess here is where everything that I'm so unsure of goes as well as anything I so happen to stumble upon. Just maelstrom of thoughts and emotions, a bit of mindless writing, and a dash of nonsensical feelings.