Making Ends Meaty

What does that even mean? Even I don't know.

My dorm is cold and beige, the most heinous of all colours.

Why beige? Why not a deep, supple red or a mind-obliterating fuschia?

Fyoosha. Heh heh.

I dye my hair, my hair dies.

You bleach, I SEENT IT.

I seent it.

Anyway, I hate Savannah. Nothing is as good as Charleston here. "Sister City" my ass, bitches!! What the fuck, man, this place sucks so hard... I mean if I were a guy it'd be alright XD

...But FUCK YOU because I'm not a guy so I hate it. Everyones sooo fuckin smug here that I wanna vomit my heart out and stab it for some merciful relief.

I have taken up cutting myself, on purpose, mind you, with an xacto knife. It makes my ex-bf sad, and that makes me a strange happy.

I want to stop, but I can't, for reasons unknown. It's not an emo cutting, its a "this feels strangely good in a way that makes me cringe because it means I'm fucked up" cutting.

Fuck you.

I like serial killers, but only in the study, not the experience.

My music is awesome, but yours is shitty. 

Take it and love it.

I love JTHM. I used to be gothy, but I'm All-American now! I've been reformed! I wear black girl jeans even tho I'm grungy white.

I have a big ass, apparently, so white girl jeans are a joke to me.

My hair, also, has no lustre.

I draw. Poorly. I go to college for it but, again, I'm bad.

Bad.....ASS!!!!

Drink BRAWNDO: THE THIRST MUTILATOR.

I live in the waking state, but not the conscious one XD

.....wtf?

P.S. I curse with frequency. High frequency.