My phone doubles as a gun. It really does. And i just pointed it at my face and shot myself. It's a wonder that i'm typing at all. Blood all over, guts on the floor... oh god... i'm bleeding profusely.... i wasn't even feeling suicidal but guess what, i AM!

i am constantly surprising myself/letting myself down.


This might seem alarming, but nobody else even heard it. And i'm at work. A gun shot... and nobody even noticed. I must have had my phone on vibrate. bzzzrt bzzzrt is bang bang in text messaging.

Let's all bob to our headphones, oh yeah... so groovy... what's up bro? and when does that cute new hire start?

butter faces and teensy-tiny nuclear bombs.

but as my fans would say, (as they dabbed their eyes with a hankerchief, the way old southern women do), "but sir, you were doing so well, whatever could have happened, dear sir? and then they'll give me a big hug, pull my head to thier chests and maybe sway back and forth a little... either that, or they'll just shake their heads in shame. You sicken me. After all your tears, after all your swears and prayers to God.... you go and point a gun at yourself? you swore you were finished with guns! you've been playing with that small little one this whole time, haven't you? all our trust for you is FINISHED... go bleed on your own... you sicken and disappoint us, you scum! you horrid FUCK!

that can happen too.

but what i really wanted was to be the first one to fuck you in your beautiful new home.

{{weak signal......}}

hello?
did you miss that last thing i typed?
hello???????

*you_missed_your_chance has logged off*
*the_future_is_a_stranger has logged off*