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I am somebody who has dealt with enough to see truth, but not enough to stop seeking it.

I am, somebody who cannot write without reason, though it may seem to not have reason, it is just unseen.

As I am. Or, rather, have been.

Im good at nothing, and everything.

Or, im good at every part of nothing? I dont know.

I tend to confuse myself.

I like sour, spicy and sweet things. Though combined I hate them.

I eat ramen like its going out of style.

I draw, as if I can.

I write as if I stop the ink will disapear and my page will burst into flames.

I like Jalapeno Cheetos.

And Funyions.

And Andy Caps Hot Fries.

I love video games,

and violence.

I hate with a passion, Capitolism.

I hate Walmart.

I hate banks.

I hate unions.

I hate the color orange.

I hate people who hate.

( Haha Terrible Joke. )

Im seventeen. Til 2012.

After that, just add a year and so on so forth.

Its 2011.

2012 scares the shit out of me.

I dont sleep often in fear of dying in my sleep.

Or something happening.

Or Im writing,
or typing.
Or talking like a fucking maniac on the phone.

Laura is like, the part of my brain that doesnt work.

Kind of, the asshole neighbor you always wanted.
Or as she puts it,

"The weed where it only grows where you dont want it to grow, and even when you wanted it to grow there, it will do so in a way that will only piss you off"

I like coffee with my sugar.

I like to draw on walls, and boxes, and floors, and ceilings.

I like all types of music.
Except for country.

I love the color pink, oddly.
And green, and purple.
All radical. And,
sort of creepy.

I love scars, and tattoos and peircings,
though all I have so far is a shit ton of scars.

None by the way, I have put on myself.
All from being a clutz or idiot.

Im too afraid of sharp shit anyway.

Uh... Anything else you want to know, ask me yourself