"What does not kill me will make me stronger."
Yeah... I know you've heard it.
Look I dunno what the problem is but I keep getting interesting emails from friends asking what's up with so and so, etc.
So I'm jumping to the conclusion that I'm getting a bum rush somewhere... bottom line... bite me!
I'm a good boy... and this is my journal.
I have no shame... and absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.
Do your fuck'en worst and when your done, lick my balls...
If you show up in my journal intent on making me feel bad... sorry to screw with you but it'll just backfire.
I can always use a good laugh.
If you dump me because someone convinces you I suck... then power to you (happend with a few recently)
Your estetic will be your only tender. (and I'm better off without your judgemental ass in my face anyways)
I've said it before and I'll keep say'en it as often as I want...
My journal... mine.
I do this for me and while I love my friends with fierce determination to squeeze every bit of love'en energy out of myself that I can....
I don't do this for anyone but me.