I’m trying to assemble a chair I bought from amazon but I think I’ll need my mom’s help.

I wish I weren’t such a freak isolated from the world. I live in such my own reality. It’s astounding how schizophrenic I am. No one knows me. I know no one. In the middle of society, surrounded by terrorists, alone.

It’s odd.

Nightmares, and living with them, during the day time, are a strange thing.

Uploaded some photos to our photo sight.

I can’t believe some evenings happen. I don’t understand why or how to survive them still.

I mean, I want to, but I don’t, ever. And yet I’m here. Try again. No. Fuck you.

The synchronicity of my life makes it fake and formulaic. It’s odd. There’s no creativity to Western culture. California is very boring. Police State Gavin would’ve disbarred me from human rights if I had said anything bad there. Dead serious.

Well anyway you can tell my mental health is deteriorating for the night. It’s actually better than yesterday. Hooray! =)

Or… I don’t now. I have nowhere to go. Mom’s such a fucking useless sack of shit. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

I wish I had some sense of life in my life.

There’s no life in my life. And I think that’s the problem.

Getting back in shape would be nice.

It’s so hard to force yourself to do things you loathe just because authority figures you disrespect for good reason preach at you that they’ll help.

Wish the world could be more rational.

I give up. I’ll wander about for now.

Ugh nerve spikes.

I hope they get chopped.

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