I haven't written so much since highschool. I guess because in highschool I felt this way every single day, but now that I'm an adult I rarely feel it.
Maybe the answer is in my dream. I had a slamming hot blonde escort in a hotel room. Monogomy isn't the answer is it?
Fucking STUPID ass Antonia went back with her ex. Dude, why do I give a fuck? I don't know, because she's committing suicide. She's admitted she lost all inspiration inside of her, she's no longer artistic, and she's fucking fine with it! ANd she knows it's because of him!
Fuck this dude. It's watching a friend kill herself.
Dude, I don't know why I get torn up about women, I really don't. There are few things that make me actually give a fuck, and they're all just happening NOW coincidentally. Once I make money with this fucking cartoon, women will be banging on the door, them money hungry fucking fools, Jesus, it's all I'll have. I can't get quality, I can't keep quality, my overly-analytical mind won't let me fucking rest.
Dude fuck this. Really. Fuck this shit.
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