Saturday, July 14, 2007

blackwood, there is no resistance now

I look back and realize I'm a pretentious fuck. hmm.

felt oddly like home or something and repeating the same miakes and the words flow together i recall t feelings when I read the words

i'm not that hard to decode try me try me
well if you know me anyway do you?

this is piracy it's privacy and it's all I asked for really i feel wretched and cold and i can't even comprehend what i'm typing and it's scaring me a little bit and I wish I knew what I was saying and I'm freaking out xadjkkdkjgt

i still feel like there is no escape from my mind. oh help me something someone? why do I keep asking this if no one will respond or care?

i still don't know what's happening.