rawk onnnnnn

Who the Hell does this guy think he is? Well that's the whole problem, isn't it. I think too much about my brain. This section could be impossibly short and frighteningly honest. In the end, you'd sympathize with me but not want to be me. Hell, I don't want to be me. But when the aliens are trying to put together the puzzle of why I went crazy and destroyed the world, this document may prove valuable....black is my favorite color would you like to know why? you see it seems, as i have been told black is the last thing you see when you die the brain cells get adjusted then and even if you were good, you dont see white or purple or red like you thought you should, I think i want to be dead. You maybe see red when you slit your wrists or purple when you fall on your head, but all those dont matter because you see black when your dead.Have you ever noticed how when you are around somebody that you haven't hung out with for a while, that their personality starts to rub off on you? I mean, it could just be me. But when I am around some friends from (another town) I start saying or doing things that they do. I guess that is why I am so easy to get along with. I can be anything that everybody wants me to be. But then again I am nothing but a big fake. I don't know how to be me anymore. Even when I am by myself I can't remember how I was. Even on the internet. When I am talking to somebody, I act so different. I guess you can say that I am a hypocrit. I mean im not trying to make ppl feel sorry 4 me or wateva. Im just trying to let ppl know a harsher reality. my life is really shit i mean SHIT.I have 2 big gangs on my back.I wanted dead for something someone else did. I hate skool coz everyone either jock, teeny-boppy or happy. Im none of those.......