「 ✦ cutting ✦ 」

Of course! Unlike all of these other mindless sheep, I’m actually good at writing. But, also unlike them, I’m not proud of my skills. We’re all going to die anyways. Around 70–80 meaningless years before all your work goes down the drain.

I type this while listening to my playlist, which consists of 1/3 My Chemical Romance, 1/3 Green Day, and 1/3 Evanescence. No stupid drivel marketed as “music” in my playlist!

Any song that is even remotely light hearted or sweet is fake and doesn’t represent the real world, which is full of murderers, rapists, and… other bad people, I guess. I can’t list them all.

Life is so awful. Everyone hates me. For example, this tramp asked me out to her birthday party. Well, being an antisocial, introvert autistic (self diagnosed), I told her to scram, obviously, because I hate social gatherings.

Respecting my wishes, she said, “Oh, okay, then.” in a sad tone and walked out the room.

See, I told you that everyone hated me! She didn’t even try to convince me to come or anything!

Ugh, I have to go, my mom is calling me downstairs. Something about me not being supposed to paint and dye all my belongings black. Like, hello, isn’t that child abuse?! I’m just trying to express myself!

I can’t wait to go back to my room and cut myself 420 times (even though I’ve never had the guts to actually do so).