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Tuesday, December 14, 2004


...I don't deserve to die. (Warning if you are offended by profanity don't read this)
Okay, yesterday Kitsune, Mel and I went to the dance, I mean if bad things always happen why do we go, but me and mel were told to run, by the creepy lunatic...he's awesome though, and ofcourse me being a complete and utter fucking asshole and moron, I didn't realized that Kitsune was there, so the dance sucked, and I hate myself and I'm a mute currently, so fuck this shit I should have to live through this crap, and you know what, I deserve anything I get, except death...no I'm not good enough for that, and cheesesticks and pickles give me bad dreams, cause I was upset in my room eating those things, while cutting my hands with scissors. Man I suck. So bluntly I can't commit suicide even if I wanted to. So, I guess I'll be leaving for a phijilion years. Damn. Man, I have cheese sticks. But the good thing about today, is I had McDonalds for breakfast, and I get to see the lights tonight. And Kitsune, if you read this I'm really really sorry,and uhm...if you ever want to speak to me again then uh come to see the lights with me. But I won't blame you if you don't ver want to talk to me again, because I am such a screw up.
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