AS THE YEAR COMES TO A CLOSE

As the year comes to a close i visualise and look back unto the past 11 months. Broke up with the love of my life, found another, being hospitalised 3 times, felt how crap intubation can be. wrote stories of sadness, death, life, freedom. Discovered new bands, forgot others, got into a state of depression, became suicidal, tried suicide. Felt how great life is. Did some good ads, did alot of shit ads. Made new friends, forgot others. Discovered true ones and ditched fake ones.

alcohol taste the same on all days, but sweetest on a weekday. Found out iam an alcholik. Have a shrink called catherine, and her mate old job watene. Still searching for the truth in life, religion feels like the wind. Philosospy is philosophy. Those you work with are just your work mates. Don't fuck a chick from the office. Women have become very upfront. Got to feel how it is to be seen as a piece of meat to be eaten. Discovered that as much as i wanted something else, all she wanted was sex. JUST TO FUCK ME. ha! felt weird even weird when it happened again and again. ( with different girls) the mind hunter is prey)

Why do i write? Because it feels great, i escape from the reality and build my own realm. I visualise other creatures, create other beings extend my thoughts of creation and imagination. I do not write what i write because iam evil, because iam a demon loving atheist. i write because i just love to write about that which runs in a realm of the unseen.

For the ones who hate me, loathe, me, FUCK YOU AND YOU MAMA. I DONT FUCKING CARE WHAT ANYBODY THINKS OR SAYS. ITS BEEN A FUCKED UP YEAR AND I AM REBORN.

what the fuck iam just bored