this is my blog
this is my blog and i define it. i make up its contents and i dont give a rats ass if i may be wrong about whatever crap i write. and so what if i'm wrong? i keep getting things right at school its actually NICE to be wrong. and if i contradict myself, BIG DEAL. maybe i just want to write without having to worry if i'm correct or not. maybe i just want to be able to write something stupid and not have to face up to being judged on it. or evaluated. or having to answer for it. or having to explain it. fuck correctness. i'm tired of it.
FUCK CORRECTNESS. i dont care about it and neither should you. if you wanna read something correct, go bury your head in a medical journal. i'm not writing for you.
its a fucking BLOG. get over it.
i murdered two rabbits the other day just to see what its like to have blood on my hands, other than my period.
if i could pour out all my feelings into a cup and mix it up in a blender for you to drink, it'd end you.
this is my blog. i started it to write everything and anything i want. now i feel like i have to watch what i say.
good god wont the malaysian government be proud.
let me make it clear: THIS BLOG DOES NOT DEFINE ME.
it is merely a reflection of what i'm going through at the time.
ever felt so mad you wanna hit things and rip them to shreds?