I am a blur. Something hard to follow if you will. A condescending,  pain in your ass.

My name is irrelevent, although quite obvious, and I hate humans.

I do not and can not apreciate the human species because of all the hatred and discusting actions we find ourselves performing. Yet, I find myself completly and utterly pathetic and mushy over some boy. He really isn’t just “some” one. But thats besides the point. I guess you could say he hates humans too. But finds himself mushy over me.

I also find this  indescribable love for my dog. She loves me no matter what as any dog does for its “owner”? “master”? A dog does not judge. Does not complain. Does not question. It simply loves.

Some people question the capability of an animals love. More specifically a dog. I think they should get fucked. Try living with a dog for a while, and come to understand the wonders of a 4 legged family member.

The world is beautiful and humans including myself are materialistic idiots who are mindlessly destroying it. Call me a hypocrite, because I surely am. But it’s still sad. Am I going to try and do something about it? Probably not, and thats the cynical bitch I am.

My entire life is based off of art. Everywhere I look around me I want to take pictures of it, get the best angle. Draw the best diagram. I enjoy making lists and creating things that my eyes enjoy staring at.

I am living, I have loved, I have fucked. I love masterbation, I enjoy looking at attractive women and find myself acting like a man about 80% of my day. Sometimes I feel the best way to get to a mans heart is by acting like a man. So far it works. Other times I am forced into acting like an obsessive compulsive, mindless, spoiled brat, with tits for attention. I have way to much going on in my head and I feel no one can really understand. [oh the typical teenage whining of no ones understanding]

I am incapable of describing these weird things I do, why I feel these sensations. Why I am who I am.

I find it odd that what we see is simply depicted on how much light is around us. I find wind extremely annoying but very random and so strange.

I’m sick of second chances.