I hate life. And life hates me. Yey. At least there's an understanding between the two of us... :\

I feel sick. I don't want to go to class any more. What's the point. Especially since I'm going to die nineteen years before every one else, plus the extra five percent due to the fact that I'm left handed. Oh goody...

I don't see the point in anything right about now, and right now, I don't think I could feel much worse than I already do. So, drop me in the middle of the Philippines, or Darfur, or anywhere the fuck else, so I can maybe help and be possibly some good to someone. And if not, well then it'd make a great place to just drop dead.

I'm going to change the purpose of this account to be all painted or srs works, digital or otherwise, because my fucktards of art teachers always have to make things bigger than my camera space or scanner.

Say. Anyone know a good way to forget the past seven or so years? Because I seriously feel like they fucked my mind, and I need to get rid of the last seven years of information real fast...