stupid faggots and their silly drama...

i wrote this on January 18, 2012... but i forgot to publish it... or i thought i did... i dunno... that was probably when my "E" key fucked up and got tired of doing stuff... whatever... it's just some drama i had with this random faggot on this gay smashing website... LOL... scope it out... 

Check out what this faggot from Beverly Hills wrote to me on this gay website… jeez… okay… well to start… I have this profile at this site… yeah, I know it’s wack or whatever, but where else am I gonna meet a gay man like me…? Fuck gay bars… fuck pride parades… bah humbug to the entire “gay scene”… so this fag from BH decides to make it his job to try to educate me on the “gay scene”… okay… on my profile I put that “not into the "scene"... i'm out, but i only have straight friends...” that’s exactly what it says on my profile… so then this twat named “Snugglejuggle” sends me this…

Snugglejuggle (26 mins ago) 'not into the "scene"... i'm out, but i only have straight friends'

All due respect, there's nothing wrong with the scene or having gay friends. Often times, gay people understand each other better having gone through great struggles and similar stories of loss and triumph. Gay people are some of the most well rounded, artistic, well spoken, compassionate people I know and I'm proud to call them friends. You seem like a great person, but it is a little unfortunate that you felt the need to claim (with pride) that you don't have gay friends...on a gay site...where you're looking to meet gay people. You almost make it sound as though being in the company of fellow gays is a sin and wrong. You may not know it or realize it, but you writing you don't have gay friends and prefer straight friends and telling gay people that (as an attempt to knock them) has a lot of internalized homophobia behind it. More often than not, a black person would not go on a black oriented social networking/dating site and say "ONLY hang out with white people and white friends. sorry, don't do black friends"...they would be called out for their ignorance, yet since it's very convenient to hate on gays, it's unfortunate to see fellow gays kicking us while we're already down. This life is too short to live it for others....be you-do you- and don't care about what others precieve you as.

All my best

Dood… srsly… shut the fuck up and learn how to write paragraphs… man… at first I thought nothing of it… I sent him a message saying “LOL” and that’s it… HAHAHAHA… fuck him… but then he sends me another two that said this…

Snugglejuggle (16 mins ago) Your dad may have raised you with 'good ol fashioned values'...but we all know what that means. Machismo homophobia. I would think as a Latino gay instead of wanting to perpetuate more latin homophobia toward our community, you'd want to shift attitudes, but instead...you're no better than the worst homophobe. The difference between them and you is...you happen to still love the dick, and have daddy issues. Before you preach about not hanging out with gays....sorry amigo....you ARE gay, on a G-A-Y ass website looking for other gays to do *gay* things with. No matter how straight ACTING (emphasis on acting) you are and how much you rim heterosexuals and the ground they walk on while looking down on gays who are well adjusted and comfortable in their skin.....you still gay. lol.

And…

Snugglejuggle (13 mins ago) you know...I actually do resent that I stooped below polite and got disrespectful. I regret that as I meant to actually open a mature, honest, respectful dialogue when I wrote you. but I don't think my words will have an impact on you today. some day you'll realize what I mean- and you'll not care what others think, but till then....our values are different. Best of luck either way

Then……. He blocks me…. WTFMOTHEFUCKENFAGGOTMOUTH from Beverly Hills… fuck dumb bitch fag had to block me… man… so I wrote to a friend to relay him a message I wrote… and this is it…

thanks for changing my life... you're a regular dr phil... HAHAHAHA...

you obviously need to learn how to read... stop putting words into my profile and go troll somewhere else... go make a commercial with wanda psykes... i do not have macho attitude or anything... i know i'm gay... i just don't party with gays... hense, not in the "gay scene"... i don't go out, drink or do anything... no parties and crap... not because i don't want to hang around gays... just because i don't do that stuff... my friends are all straight, because i do stuff other straight guys like to do...

you need to take a step  back and realize you don't know enough by just reading a profile to start talking crap... honestly... who the hell do you think you are...? i know i'm gay... do you know what you are...? jeez... if other gay people are like you, i'm glad i don't go to pride events... and if someone would tell me what you just told me in person, i would've started swinging... it would look like gay bashing... but it's just a humbling you deserve...

don't judge anyone and don't try to "educate" or preach nonsense... go troll some where else...

thx...

hahaha… damn gay troll… but srsly… who the hell does he think he is…? He was acting worse than a stupid Christian… fuck… now I know what other people think of gays… 

yes... i am a jerk... i hate everything... get over it...

Why am I such a jerk…? Fuck… how do I still have friends if all I do is talk shit… well to them it’s talking shit, but I’m really trying to help them out… also, I really hate religious fucks… LOL…

After Javier left, I got into a pretty big fight with my sister nena… I saw her letting this lady (I hate I hope she dies) drive her new van… fuck… why the hell is she letting that goblin faced biatch drive it…? She can drive perfectly fine herself…. Those people don’t have anything nice… not one thing that is considered nice to have… they’re on welfare, talk shit about people behind their backs, and all of her daughters and sons are useless pieces of shit… one of them called my house the other day… she had just had her baby, and it got taken away because she had drugs in her system… she told my sister to get a hold of her mother, and to pick the baby up if they could… supposedly she was staying at this recovery home here in bell gardens… bull fucken shit… I saw her at pepper’s house with sneaky and other gangsters… why else would she be doing there if she wasn’t getting high…? Maybe prostituting some more…

One time her sister told me that they didn’t have any bread, so she got up, announced that she was going to go sell herself really quick to buy stuff to make sammiches… fuck… even her little girl heard that… how the hell does a person do that…? Fuck… why is that person living in the same house as me and my kids…? Why isn’t she locked up in a cage somewhere…? Stupid society… hate that shit… she always has money in her pocket because of this society allows her to roam the streets… man… when I become president, I will put an end to all of this stupidity… so anyways… the mom and sisters hit up the social worker to see what she could do, turns out that a week before, that girl called the social worker on her mom, saying that she’s doing drugs and treating the kids wrong so she could get the kids taken away… fuck… now they are mad at her, and don’t want to go pick up the little girl… BTW, she named her cayla… yep… with a fucken C… how the fuck do the hospitals allow people to name some kids… I would’ve been talking shit to her and tell her how it’s supposed to be spelled… she named her that because the recovery home she’s at is called kayla’s house… and she named her after the recovery home… THEN WHY DIDN’T SHE SPELL IT WITH A K!!!???... omg…

So now the little girl is going to go to a foster parent… that sucks… it’s not the little girl’s fault… she didn’t ask to be born… why punish her…? People are fucked up in the head… I can’t believe my sister let this lady that is punishing a 2 day old child drive the van… fuck, I hope this lady suffers how she’s made so many people suffer… she used to tell everyone to call her mom… so I used to call her mom after a while… until the day came she called the police on me because I was hanging out with her son in law that just got into a fight with her daughter, and wrecked the windows of his own car… HIS OWN CAR!!!... fuck… so the police had me on the cold ass floor… I was so pissed… ever since then she’s a common piece of garbage to me… nothing but drama… nothing but bullshit… nothing but chaos… one day, chaos will destroy that family, and I want to be as far away as possible from them… chaos spreads, and has a way of spreading onto others…

Sigh…

Well, here’s some other bullshit that I just wrote up for a stupid response about having illegal chickens… I own illegal chickens… I’m only allowed to have two hens, and right now… I have 38 chicks/hens/roosters… that’s a lot of chickens… LOL… so they made a thread named “who owns illegal chickens?” and out of nowhere, some jack ass bible thumper put this garbage on the site…

Quote SpeedysBigRedHow many of the posters on this thread who have admitted to keeping illegal chickens, and bragging about it, have children? How many believe they are religious? How many support our troops, honor the flag, and believe in the laws of the land - and teach that belief to children? How many believe that the laws are not for you, or that maybe you're just bending the law? Regardless of the justification you use to circumvent a law, as long as that law is on the books - it is the law! If you want to change the law, do it legally, (And, yes, it takes time and might never happen) but until then don't flaunt the law just because you don't believe it pertains to you.

Fuck… that shit pissed me off… I can’t talk a lot of shit on this forum because I like this forum… it’s called backyardchickens… LOL… they’re nice and full of knowledge… so I held my tongue a bit and wrote this…

wow...


i am not religious... i do not believe in god, as a matter of fact, i used to go to the church of satan and read the books by anton zander levey... i have facial piercings and my ears have huge 1 1/8th holes in them... i have pentagrams tattoo'd on my shoulders and a huge one on my chest with "666"... i was in gangs, i'm a high school drop out, and have gone to jail... oh, and i'm gay...

LOL, man i sound like a horrible person... jeez...

after all of that stuff... i have my AA as a chrysler auto tech, my BA in english and philosophy, own a house, adopted three of my sister's children because she was in drugs and in and out of jail, when a friend has no where to go (homeless) they know to come to my house, i will never say "no" to someone that needs food or shelter, i will go far out of my way to help someone i just met and i have never done drugs and also stopped drinking period 3 years ago...

i think i'm a good person... i wish to believe everyone on this forum is a good person... so the way i see your post, especially the thing about me not being religious, is somewhat offensive... because i don't believe in your god, i'm a bad person..? just because i have 38 illegal chickens and i can only have 2 hens in my city, that makes me a bad person as someone that hates this country...? are you saying that i automatically hate my country because i'm not like you...? it's people that think that way why this country is so backwards and evolving backwards in the human race... yes, i said that... i'm not hurting anyone...

i only have two neighbors... one neighbor has roosters too, and the other one gets eggs and loves my birds... i think i'm going to help him build a coop soon... two months ago the city came to my neighbor/best friend (2 houses down) and told him to get rid of all of his roosters, quails (bob white and cortunix) and just keep two hens... so we hid them... i guess it's because the coop was visible from the street... so he got it signed off, and we moved them to the back... i know he knows we all have chickens, but he doesn't say anything anymore... i guess it was more of a visual thing..? but anyways... the law is dumb, even the code inspector thought it was dumb... we have OEGB's and they are way quieter than the other neighbor's std game birds...

but like everyone said before me... it's a dumb law, and even the people enforcing it know it's dumb... the city next to mine (literately behind my house) can have chickens and over 200 pigeons, poultry and fowl... the houses look the same, streets are the same, it's retarded... and i can't fight it because my small town has a lot of illegal chicken owners that have been breeding/propagating chickens for years... so they told me, if it ain't broke, why fix it..? i understood completely...




also... please don't judge someone because they aren't religious... you do not know why they aren't religious, or how, so why would you throw stones...? is that what jesus would do...? people like me do get offended when people thump the bibles in our face, cast us aside, and say we're sinners... the funny thing is that we 100% always turn the other cheek... not because that is jesus like, but it's tolerant, and the thing to do...




peace, love, and happy hatching...

what I really wanted to write was FUCK YOUU!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!! FUCK OFF YOU!!!!!!!!!... seriously… I’m so tired of being labeled a bad person because of my tattoo’s, views, beliefs, and my sexual orientation… I’m sure there are thousands of people that feel the same way… what ever happened to tolerance…? Seems like there isn’t a chapter about if in the bible… these people swear they are perfect and kind… nothing but two faced hypocrites if you ask me… every devote Christian family I know is jacked up… they spend the entire weekend listening to some ex con, sit next to drug users, thieves, criminals and sing retarded songs just so other people could think they are good people… while at home, their kids are doing drugs, lacking attention/love and are total failures… it never fails… it’s like it’s part of their religion… srsly… how do these people live with themselves…? How can they go around torturing their children and setting them up for nothing but failure…? Fuck… it’s a jacked up cycle… their kids get raised wrong, become criminals or retards, find god, become Christians, then do the same to their kids… it must be stopped…

why can’t people just break the cycle…? If I’m in a cult like Christianity, and everyone around me has jacked up kids, I am NOT going to do what they do to their kids… raising kids is so damn easy… even mentally challenged kids that come out on MTV’s teen mom can do it… why can’t a devout Christian..? why…? Someone, please answer that question to me… because I am without a clue here… if they are so good people, why can’t they raise good children…? Instead of reading that stupid book, they should take some parenting classes… but no… that will just take too much time away from their praying… like if that’s going to make a difference…

fucken james… LOL… he’s making me blog rants, but I thank him… at least he reads them… I have to stop being such a lazy fat shit and write one at least every two days like before… oh well… I ♥ james…

how i spent my birthday.... LOL...

i think i'm gonna disable the spam comments filter thing... i miss the death threats and hate mail... so let me know what's on your mind... even if you hate me... i don't care... thx...

For some reason, I’m bummed out… all kinds of bad shit is flowing thru my head… first of all, I’m sick, and didn’t feel like going anywhere today… I just wish I would’ve stayed in my room all day long… I don’t know what it is… I kind of don’t want to get into details… but I’m kind of tired of being me… what’s the use of me being so loud, if no one ever takes my advice or listens to what I have to say… I’ll just start staying quiet…

Fuck… right now I’m listening to my stupid ex-brother in law complaining about my nephew… fuck him, it’s his fault that he’s a horrible father… that shit drives me nuts… why can’t I tell him that all of this shit is caused because he doesn’t know shit about raising a kid..? I actually feel sorry for him… but fuck him… he’s an asshole… that’s why he can’t walk without crutches… karma is a bitch, and he got punished for some reason right…? Look at him… he’s pathetic, and is gonna suffer all his life… I wonder what he did to deserve this… let me think about what I know he’s done… um… one, he sells drugs… he brought drugs into my house once… I hated him for it… we didn’t’ get nothing out of the deal or anything… I’m not gonna be a hypocrite and say that I never say I didn’t get involved with dealing drugs… but I did it for a couple of days… but this dude has been doing it for years… Imagine all of the kids that smoke his shit, get sick, or die from his drugs…? That right there deserves to lose the ability to walk like a normal human being…

Another thing, he’s the reason my sister first got into drugs… he drugged her… got her addicted bad… she was lost… started stealing and all kinds of crazy shit for it… and he did it because that way she wouldn’t leave him… that right there makes him the scum of the earth… I hate him for that, and I will never forgive him… it eats the inside of me knowing that he did this to my sister… she went homeless, went in and out of jail a couple of times, and was living in tents on the side of the freeway… she ended up getting with this other loser, and had 4 kids with him this way… the first three were taken away from her… and now they’re mine… not to sound like an asshole, but kids were not in my game plan… I hate kids… but what am I gonna do…? Let these kids get lost in the system and be taken away to some strange houses… fuck that… if someone’s gonna fuck these kids up it’s gonna be my crazy sister and I… LOL…

Part of the worst thing about him is the way he treats my nephew… whenever he comes over my heart drops… his dad can’t take care of him the way we were taken care of… or even the way his dad was taken care of… he had everything when he grew up… but now I see my nephew coming over to my house hungry as fuck… I hate that… that’s one thing that just grinds my gears… it’s so easy to feed your kids… don’t you sell drugs mother fucker…? WTF do you do with the money…? Jeez us… well fuck it… like I say, that’s life… I can’t go around complaining about stuff I can’t do anything about… although I might be able to do something about this… but maybe it’s too late… and I can’t afford to take in a teenager… fuck that jazz… I can barely take care of my teenager lifestyle… amirite…¿

I think I’m going to go nuts soon… I can’t stop thinking about certain shit… like, I really need to start riding my bike again… big time… I lost some muscles in my legs, and chest… that’s what’s bugging me the most… my boobies are all flabby now… LOL… I know I’m not one of those peoples that are all into their looks or body… but having a bit of muscle does kick ass… maybe I should start working out…? Fuck that… LOL… that’s for faggots… and you know it’s true… my dad never went to the gym and he’s a fucken MAN!... hahaha… if I get fit and everything, that would suck… I hear skinny people get cold all fast and I’m not into wearing pants or knitted sweaters casually…

Btw, my dad came over yesterday… he stood the night… seems that he is going thru some shit with his new wife… she left him… he didn’t have an appointment or a valid reason to come over and spend the night, he just came I guess to see us… he wanted to get away… I went to the store with him for a throw rug… he wanted one… so I said, let’s go… he told me that she wanted to go live with her daughter that is going to have a baby… fuck… that’s a poor ass excuse to leave someone… right…? Fuck her then… she took all of the furniture and even his tv and stuff… what a bitch… she’s lucky I don’t go and visit them over in that garbage dump of a country… yeah, they live in Mexico… LOL…

I told him… if she’s old enough to open her hairy legs and get pregnant she could take care of her own spawn herself… but she just wanted to jam I guess… and he shouldn’t feel bad… plus, there are other bitches out there… my dad isn’t ugly, and he’s fucken rolling in money… what dirty Mexican lady isn’t gonna want to suck that man’s dick…? Shiet… he feels like he’s too old… but I told him… if I had his money, I would do the same shit… get some young biatch, buy her some fancy things and fuck her for the time being… amirite…? Why the fuck not… he was like, nah, I’m not like that, wu wu wuu… asjkl;fjasklfsapdfaslkdfjkl; dammit, why can’t people live out their animalistic prowess’s…? we are freaken animals and are supposed to fuck everything that walks… we all suppress the wrong shit…

I feel bad for my dad… he’s in his house all alone with his two dogs… he came and saw my chickens… he loved my mini urban farm… he used to have chickens before I was born in this house… I guess it struck him with nostalgia because he started talking to me about my mother… we said stories and stuff, relaxed outside a bit and went for lunch afterwards… that was a very nice moment… I will remember it forever… it’s a shame it is one of a few times that I can say I enjoyed spending with my father… I wish everything was different… but it’s not… I came out all psychotic and somewhat weird and shit… why couldn’t I be normal and have a normal relationship with my family… dysfunction is the only thing I know… chaos and lament… like a PH13 rated rob zombie flick… with some fail…

I think my dad is going to sell his giant pad in mexico and come back… I hope he does… gets rid of that jack ass roger and I can see him more than just once a month… maybe it’s not too late to have a relationship with my father… I would want to take him fishing, to some farms to pick up some chickens, maybe to a reef event or pet expo… let him see what my passions really are… I hope these aren’t false hopes… what if he comes and it’s just like before… ignoring problems and hours of yelling/pointing fingers…. You wanna know what really sucks…? The fact that I am just like my dad… I’m angry, mean, weird, psycho, and funny… but I’m also social… maybe my dad was social like me once… then he had kids… fuck… LOL… oh well… that’s enough for now… I wonder if james read all of this… leave a comment james and stop lurking… zing!!!...


December 18 2010


So I just opened up Microsoft word and all kinds of people started texting and IM’ing me… bastards… oh well… I just want to start off by saying that I’m going to go back to my OG style of blog… you know… where I just talk all kinds of shit about people or stuff that I hate… I’m tired of people I know going up to me and say shit like, “omg I didn’t know that you blah blah blah…” fuck… I don’t care if you read my blog… but I already typed this mother fucker up… I know what I typed up… I’m not stupid… I’m the one that spent half an hour typing this shit up… I don’t need you or anyone else telling me about it… if you read it just say, hey I read your blog, and I’ll be like… cool… then we’ll start talking about fish or chickens or how much chris cornell fucken sucks… if you do that, mother fucken thank you…

So it’s my birthday… yeah I know… I’m fucken old… twenty and nine years old… what have I done with my life…? Absolutely nothing… LOL… I’m here blogging in the living room… ghost in the shell is on TV… the reef tank is to my left… it’s fucken raining outside and it’s pissing me off… and I think jeff buckley is playing on iTunes… let me check… yep… Dink’s song by jeff buckley off of the live at Sin-e… bomb ass album… everyone reading this should buy they… fuck, I had planned what I was gonna talk about, but I just now forgot… fuck… I feel like shit… just finished eating a giant cupcake… I really shouldn’t have done that… I hate being sick… I wish I was healthier and not so insane… I really should be finding out how I’m going to build this incubator…

I hate the rain… it’s cool… shit grows after it stops ‘cause I don’t’ water my yard or trees… LOL… but I feel like I can’t do shit… I hate it… I can’t build or do stuff outside… just feeding my chickens today was a huge pain in the ass… I want to go to Lancaster too to check out some chickens and maybe bring home a couple… but again… I don’t want to drive so damn far in the rain… anything can happen… no bueno… that’s how horror movies and some gay porn videos start… OMG talking about stupid horror movies… hold on… let me start a new paragraph…

Fuck man… stupid roger… I have never hated anyone more than this fucker… shit… sometimes I feel like poisoning his beers that he has in the fridge… seriously… he was watching the hitcher or something… I guess some movie about a hitch hiker and he kills these people for no fucken reason… how the fuck can you sit in front of a TV to a movie like that… that’s not stupid…? What the fuck is wrong with this retard… seriously… what goes on thru his head… that all of that stuff is cool…? Does he really want to kill someone like that…? By tying them to a semi and a trailer..? maybe he believes that there are people out there that really do go around killing people in some awesome three stooges trickery that they show in these movies… I can talk bad about the movie in front of him, but he will still sit there and watch it… fuck… and when I put on scott pilgrim, or even moon (not the gay vampire one, but the sam Rockwell masterpiece) he walks out of the living room… that a total retard… fuck… did I mention that I hate him and want to poison his beers…?

Shit… I hate stupid people, and god has cursed me with a retard like this for a brother in law… wtf did I do to deserve this…? Is it because I killed all kinds of cats…? I thought god hated cats… HAHAHAHA... enough about god… don’t get me started on that myth… but I really hate this kid… the sad part is that he likes me… he tells nena all of the time that he wishes I would talk to him like before… shiet… he’s a retarded moran… there’s no way I’m going to talk to that retard again… what am I gonna talk about…? All he does is drink beer and listen to rap music… how can you live such an ignorant lifestyle without wondering how life would be if you didn’t get hi/drunk and listen to garbage…? Oh well…

Shit… i didn’t get to put up this entry on time… LOL, I totally forgot about it… nothing important happened, but I just forgot to put it up… might as well start up another one… hold on…

So I was freaken bored today… it’s like Tuesday or something… xmas is this Saturday… I went to home depot to spend some cash on the incubator, and then wanted to swing by walmart to get a salad and some other shit… fucken ay… a quarter of a mile before the parking lot, there was sick traffic… it took me twenty five minutes to reach the parking lot… mother fucken poor Mexican last minute shopping fuckers… damnit… I just got in the parking lot and asked nena what else she wants… she wanted a salad… so I said, fuck that… what the fuck was the entire world doing at that walmart at that time…? It was ridiculous... and all I wanted was a freaken salad… imagine the lines inside the store…? Hells no… there’s no way I was gonna stand in a line surrounded by mutants and mouth breathers… I hate people already, that would’ve just send me over the top… I don’t want to have a heart attack at that store… I hate this store… hate it… I hope it dies… srsly… fuck you walmart, I hope you die forever…

Man, I hate the rain… all of my chickens are soaked… they’re all covered in mud and stuff… it’s stupid… I feel bad for those fuckers, but I’ve been reading threads in BYC and I’m not the only one… seems that us Californians don’t build our coops/pens with rain in mind… c’mon… it only rains like for one or two days straight max, and only several times a year… this thunderstorm is a 7 day system… now everything is fucking up… my roof is leaking, the cages are all warped, the wood expanded… this shit is straight out stupid… all kinds of stuff is ruined… the chicken food is getting wet… it’s horrible… absolutely horrible… I also have to finish my incubator, but I can’t work on it or anything… I also need to calculate everything to see how much this thing is costing me… if it’s less than a bill, I win… even if I don’t hatch shit… LOL… a cheapie piece of shit incubator starts at a bill… and something like mine goes for like 4-6 bills… so far I think I spent 50 bucks on it… I dunno yet… need to crunch numbers…

Well that’s enough of this… I’m getting tired of typing, and don’t have anything more to say… I’m kind of just babbling off here… see you in a couple of days…

the illusions of a class clown... deception of mine...

“Blades of plastic strike the air… it lies to me with its illusion of a wondrous natural wind… it fills me with an un-seeable sensation… all a lie… a gorgeous façade of a place I’ve never been… a paradise… an island with an ocean breeze before casting out… or the top of a mountain basking in the summer winds before setting up camp… the bow of a ship fallowing a pod of dolphins wile whale watching… then I open my eyes… I see the poorly made oscillating fan covered in a thick greasy blanket of filth across the room… the faint but piercing stench of marijuana smoke creeps in through the window behind me… two flies landed on the week old chocolate bar resting on the couch next to me… i stagger to the kitchen with a stale unwrapped candy… the sound of the bar falling into the trash can disturbs the silence in my home… I look down at my shoes... covered in what seems to be blood and ashes I am reminded of the night before… the pain… the suffering… the fear… the sensation of evil… the un explainable events… now knowing my strength, my avarice, my ability… it’s all still sinking in… she could’ve still been here, listening to the silence with me… wondering about my thoughts, my feelings, my fears, my happiness all behind her beautiful smiling face full of life… but that can never be… it’s far too late… I let her go… i gave her a choice, gave her freedom, gave her time away and gave her death… now slowly she will be forgotten in this world piece by piece wile I stay behind to suffer her loss… I will never see you again… I will never feel you again… I will never forget you…“

That is an excerpt of this book I am writing… well… have been writing… that’s probably not the best writing I have ever written… but that one paragraph took me two hours to write… wile I usually take an hour or so for an entire chapter… I don’t understand why it took me so long… and I remember it so well too… a fucken trip… for some reason, I had trouble describing how my character would react at the situation… hmm… for some reason I can describe any situation with minimal effort… but what made me react so strongly with that section of writing…? The entire scenario played out in my head in real time… maybe I had to live it a little to get it going… or maybe a part of me is sunken into that one complex scene of horror and pain…

It seems that I have fallen into another period of depression… I haven’t ridden my bike in almost two weeks… I haven’t been paying attention to any of my pets, or my family… I haven’t been taking much care of myself… I have been shutting people out… I don’t understand why… this weekend is going to be great… filled with friends, family and a pet expo… but it just doesn’t help out… it’s like, a birthday is coming up, but I know that I’m going to spend it alone with no one to congratulate me… I also realized that I am not trying to look for someone to be in a relationship like before… I just don’t make time for it anymore… now I know something is wrong…

Yesterday I was at mike’s house… he’s the only straight married man I ever fell in love with… we watched some show on MTV called “you think you know me”… it’s about a bunch of kids revealing to each other publicly their feelings and darkest secrets… I almost teared up when this gorgeous 18 year old kid named Logan spilled his guts to a group of kids he doesn’t even know… you see, he was the class clown supposedly… he had turret’s, and would make fun/talked shit of all the other kids in the school… he didn’t really break down in tears… but ended up promising the rest that he will stop and change… he even told his retarded stupid group of goobers he calls his friends that he was going to change…

I understand why he felt bad… why..? because I was that class clown… I was that shit talker in school… I was the one that had everyone laughing at anyone else’s misfortune… he said he felt bad when he went home… he had apathy for them… at the end of the day, it would eat him up inside… he felt alone and confused… he was a tortured soul… on the other hand, I don’t have apathy… I never felt bad at the end of the day… i never felt alone… nothing ate me up inside… I was just myself one hundred percent of the time… what does this make me…? Obviously, not a good kid like Logan there… it makes me a monster…. Something that I am ashamed of now… I’m a horrible person… mike said that I throw up a tough guy front… he doesn’t know me… I don’t think anyone does…

How do I have friends then..? Why do they stick around…? I always thought they kept me for their own personal entertainment… like I am some kind of exotic primate that takes people’s feelings and turns them into cheap laughs... even with tough skins, I can still breakthrough for the kill shot… no one is safe from me… I am not saying that I am funny… although, I do think I’m witty… especially online and on the forums… but in person, I can be a heartless fucker… how did I turn into this…? Was the series of events that happened in my life…? Maybe my dad was the same way when he was younger… if that is true, hopefully I will grow out of it… I’m getting tired of being known as a shit talker…

Hmm… now after writing all that up… I’m starting to realize why that paragraph up there from my book is important to me… or… what means for me… now… I doubt I knew the truth when I was writing it… for some reason, it was just hard to write… it took so much out of me… but the scene, the objects in the room… everything… it is me… It’s all me… I am the fan, sitting in the center of the room… covered in dirt, beating up the air and giving the character a false illusion to escape his worries… maybe I mask everyone’s real problems with jokes and laughs… maybe the people that keep me around do use me to make them forget the real world one laugh at a time… maybe I help them out that way…

I am the open candy bar… to me candy is now poison… it just sits on the couch next to him… that is what I have been doing now… just sitting on my couch all day and sit in front of the lap top… some days, I will sit here for hours straight, roaming forums or looking for people to talk shit too… just a big piece of poison on the couch… although a candy satisfies, it also causes harm… but I just sat there un eaten… maybe it has more meaning than that…? Hmm… I have to think about this a bit more later on…

The sound that reminds him of the realm around him… maybe that’s my cry for help… maybe, that is this blog… something loud enough to snap me out of an illusion… maybe there is hope for me… maybe the site of my mother’s eyes was that sound to slap the clown out of him…? Maybe it was my oldest sister to do it…? Maybe after I type this up I will change…? Although I have doubts that will ever happen… but the sound of the candy bar hitting the bottom of the trash can is the most important item in that paragraph… it was more important than the fan, the façade, the candy bar… but what did it start…? Fuck… it started his break down… the realization of the consequences for his actions and decisions…

What does that mean to me..? Am I finally getting eaten inside…? Is this how Logan felt every day when he got home from school…? Can I regret and have apathy to every single person that got their feelings hurt for a laugh…? Shit… I hope not… I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt… I don’t understand it… I doubt I ever will… I have never broken down… I have never shed a tear for something that I have done to someone else… I will never “feel” like I should… I will just keep on living… the monster inside of me is what i am… but what is the façade here…? What validates me as a human being then…? Maybe it’s just the fact that I am suffering now… a monster cannot enjoy life… I now look forward to an answer… a cure… a resolution… a hope for the better… I will change one day… I promise…