dear asking questions that have no answers diary,
usually when people ask a question, they search for answers. i quit doing that several months ago because the answers started attacking me while i wasn't looking and low and behold the quest for questions ceased and i'll tell you something after that- i started sleeping a hell of allot better all day. but frankly i never had a hard time sleeping in the first place. i love my slumber and i gave up hours of it for a while trying to be something i wasn't and i think that is what i'm pissed off about the most. really. i got nothing in return but headaches, and more of a criminal record, and i gotta live with the fact that i had sex with a true real life fag, but missing out on the dreams i'll never get to have again, that's what really makes me sad. there's no use in questioning myself for answers anymore. those days have long passed. i should have stabbed that fat fucker in the belly that day, eating kentucky fried chicken in the cemetery grass.
usually when people ask a question, they search for answers. i quit doing that several months ago because the answers started attacking me while i wasn't looking and low and behold the quest for questions ceased and i'll tell you something after that- i started sleeping a hell of allot better all day. but frankly i never had a hard time sleeping in the first place. i love my slumber and i gave up hours of it for a while trying to be something i wasn't and i think that is what i'm pissed off about the most. really. i got nothing in return but headaches, and more of a criminal record, and i gotta live with the fact that i had sex with a true real life fag, but missing out on the dreams i'll never get to have again, that's what really makes me sad. there's no use in questioning myself for answers anymore. those days have long passed. i should have stabbed that fat fucker in the belly that day, eating kentucky fried chicken in the cemetery grass.
