Nobody knows me but me.
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Slipknot - Spit it out
I don't give a relative fuck what anybody says. Nobody knows me as well as I know me except for three people. Those three people, just happen to be my immeadeate family. Fucking school counselors. Goddamn mother-fucker thought he knew me and what goes through my head at certain points in life. Comrade lopes (The principal) got his scummy hands on a goddamn song that I happen to like, and reffered it to counseling because he thinks I harbored Genecidal thoughts. I do now. Scummy bastard.

Oh well, I guess my friends made up for his damn stupidity. Mother fucker thinks he knows me. The balls he has, just to think that I harbor Genecidal thoughts! I think I might cut him. Yeah, I just threatened my princiapal. He should a'splode. Anyways, My friends made up for it by taking me to the mall to play "SHMPWCPO" OMG dood, I think that is the greatist game we have ever made. See How Many Pedestrians We Can Piss Off. I live for schemp-o.

MOTHERFUCKER! There, I might go now. Not much more to rant about. Laters.

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Sanity is for the weak