I'm not lazy, I'm not gonna do what you all keep saying to me! How about we swap brains for just ONE day! Wanna reach for it don't you? Wanna reach for that one thing. That one thing that brings you back to what you all like to label normal. Normal IS setteling and becoming a fucking drone! Just another piece of shit robot. Follow that herd right to your sick demise! I refuse to compromise ME any more! You go right ahead and get comfortable if that's what you really want. I won't judge you or ridicule you, like you do to me! I am a great person and I am tired of people trying to get me to doubt that. I am a fucking great Mom! What makes me a good Mom? Certainly not the fucking name brands on thier back and the fake way they pretend to be angels. I may not like what you do, but I won't ever TELL you what to do... So, have fun being selfish and arrogant. Oh, and try not to spill anything on those pretty little dresses! *muuuhahahahaha* Yup! I love ME!

Some say that as you get older parts of you die. Like your innocence. What is innocence anyway? Not knowing abut something? If that's true than I have remained innocent for a long time and never even knew. See, you think you know a person, as well as we can I guess. Then turns out...you were "innocent". Or as I would prefer to use...ignorant. Ignorant and blinded by feelings. Maybe if we grew up and part of our hearts died it wouldn't be so hard to live life. Wouldn't be so painful all the time. Maybe if our hearts died there would be more castrations though? Less crimes of passion? Possibly more? That would depend on weather your feelings of remorse would be one sacrificed. Do you think, like in that movie where you can pay to have the memory of someone wiped clean, that if you saw them again you'd feel anything? Do you think you'd feel something? A feeling like "he looks familiar"? There are times I wish I could clean the slate. Of only one. The rest I could give a shit. They're all asholess with dicks anyway. No balls however! The one that will be there when I grow old. The one that will be there when I fall in love again. The one that will be there if I never fall in love again. The one that will be there every Summer. Every June, every February. Everyday...the one that will live in my brain and heart until I am dead.

I think that if you are with someone and they do something so mean to you...especially after, out of spite, jealousy, anger, boredom...whatever the case. I think they should loose ALL privileges! All rights to look at me, talk to me, talk about me and especially THINK about me. It's a right I think you don't deserve. If you didn't care enough before then why start now? "I want what I can't have?" "I'm an ass to have lost the best thing ever?" Is that why? "If I can't be with you no one should." Is this how guys brains actually work? If someone handed you the last apple on Earth and said...do whatever you want with it...What would a guy do? Cram it all in his pie hole and cry when it's gone? Stare at it, do nothing until it shrivels up to nothing? Maybe he's a picky guy...maybe he peels off the skin to make it the way he likes it. Maybe he doesn't even like apples so maybe he just throws it away. Maybe he takes it to show off to all his friends. Maybe he trades it in for an orange. Maybe he wasn't smart enough to take great care and spread the seeds and put in effort to watch it grow...