AWKWARD ZOMBIE

I'm completely unfit to raise a child or even have a girlfriend. I think I can blame my dad for this one.

There are several people here that I cannot stand. But I don't say anything to them because I'm too lazy to bother with the argument I'd be accountable for following.

I'm not one of them, am I?

If you were, would I tell you?


(Yeah, you're good.)

Woo. I don't know what I would do with myself if someone on the Internet didn't like me.

Panic and change your signature again.

Just a guess.

I'm a pathological liar.

I swear way too much.

I have a bad habit of talking about friends behind their backs.

I do not do schoolwork unless I'm actually physically in class.

I'm sometimes afraid to admit any talents or good qualities of mine because I feel like a snobby prick for doing so.

I have, like, fuckin extreme anger issues for some reason.

I over think things a lot.

I occasionally feel guilty for wanting things for some fuckin reason, and so don't really ask for much ever.

I've only recently begun telling people about things like these in my real life instead of posting it on the internet instead.
(definitely not saying expressing problems on the internet is a bad thing at all)

I used to be that way when I was a kid. Parents took me to a shrink. I guess it worked; very rarely do I get enraged now. These days it's just being sad most of the time instead of angry.

Gasp.

Yeah...

I wish that I could be more serious when I wanted to be even though I don't have to be.

I've liked this girl for 2 years even though she thinks I've only liked her for three months.

I love and hate everything and everyone, including myself.

I could care less about acceptance, I want to make up for my mistakes. When I hurt someone or do something stupid, I try to make up for it. Even if this leads me to pain.

Also I have a tendency to tear people down because I hate it when anyone thinks they're better than anyone else.

Oh yes and these:

Man it's like, something really fuckin gets under my skin and I start punchin walls. There are like 4 holes in the walls of my house where I have punched them, and a dent in a hardwood floor from punching that too. Doesn't happen a great deal. Usually it's contained to angry yelling and lots of swearing, and usually when I'm feeling wall-punchy, I type about it. Not write, because the clacking of the keys is therapeutic to me haha

Used to know a guy like that in high school. Dude fucked up his hand real bad punching through windows.

Saw him last year for the first time in aaaages. Now he's in the army. Guy's messed up. He doesn't seem right in the head. Kind of glad we didn't keep in contact.

Oh my gosh, Vax. You are me a year ago except black and male.
How do you do that.


(Heh, funny how the end of my anger issues coincides with when I started dating Sloth)

Oh man I frequently fuck up my hand pretty bad in between working out with a punching bag and assorted gardening and yard work. My forearms and hands are cofered with scars and stuff.

And Riku you're wrong I've been lying this whole time. I am actually a Caucasian female like you. We're actually the same person oh shit.

i buy stuff, bodaciously just to buy it sometimes.

microtransactions in tf2, steam sale, go buy a drink from the gasstation even tho im not thirsty, buy a pack of ground beef then forget about it