nobody's punk

dear after this diary,

after i write this very last entry, i have got to get my buttend into gear. ima be on display again tonight, as always. like a new watch for sale. its my own fault tho, its a fucking production wherever i go anymore. people expect it from me now. and i wish sometimes to be quiet- just there. but Karma shines her light upon me- making everyone notice, and they do. thank goodness Karma is my friend. so tonight ill put my smile on, and laugh really warm and loud, and sit really tall and proud and wait for my rewards, and wait for the day my voice is heard the first time. all my life and until now ive been so very much alone with all of these good people around me. nobody would listen to anything i said- until now its all making sense. well, now i cant turn back time, and tell you all again, and again and again- it doesn't matter anymore. people already labeled me nothing but a whore. whores aren't smart- they don't know shit- they drivel and they are boring. they are evil disease ridden creatures who lie and cheat and steal and have wood laminate flooring. im excited to report- i am nothing of the sort, i am a new world whore.