curl up. warm ball.

my stress has a tendency to multiply like a rabbit. my fault.

and i can't help getting up in the morning (after hitting the snooze button for about an hour) and feeling like a big worthless dildo.

"dildo?" you say. yep. dildo. or douche. both terms apply.

i want to give back comics so i can have my peppers.

i think other people get something out of all this. i never seem to.

waste.

self-defeating. i lose confidence in myself so often, i'm not sure what i can and cannot do.

my grandmother tried to convince me that god put cows here for us to eat. i wanted to tell her that i didn't believe in god, but i didn't.

leech.

dependence on others is not something that sits well with me.

so who wants to give me a ride to work?

everything ain't bad. but i have less desire to applaud things.

is there nothing i'm passionate about?