All Singing, All Dancing Crap Of The World

My head is so full of broken promises, unfollowed follow ups, fucked up relationships, unfriendly "friends" who talk, and bitch and yell and freak at every little bump in the road. I work to impress. I put strong walls, and thick makeup masks. I stretch the truth. I lie a lot. I try, not as hard as I could. I smoke so much. Sometimes I burp up smoke and don't remember when it was from. I bake so hard so long I am sometimes still high the next morning! I sleep all the time. I veg. I can't wait till I get my new place tho! I can have my boy friend over and have sex without the room mates hearing! And vise versa on there behalf...I feel like I fail all the time. And that makes me feel really sad. So I say and feel really fucked up things. Sometimes I can't believe the things that pass between my ears. The curule assholiean fucking puss-y vomit of the underbelly of the forgotten children's minds. I fuck mothers for a break, I kick puppy's and piss on baby's. I fucking hate myself sometimes..then others I think I'm kinda ok. Most people think I really like myself. I mean. I like myself a lot more than I did a few years ago. I dunknow. Maybe I'm just having a mental melt down. Maybe I'm just fucked. Maybe I'm this dimensions Tyler Durden. But then again, the first rule is not to talk about it...