Sooner or later, you're going to hate it. Go ahead and throw my life away.

As I lay twisted and bent on my back, I stared at the poster on my ceiling unblinking. I watched as the shadow of my spinning fan caused the image to flash. Darkness began to close in on the image distorting it. The shapes began to move, the figures began to speak. The forms were broken and collapsing, pleaing for my assisstance, but I just lay and watch. I already knew what happened to things like these. I knew what would become of them. I knew they could not be saved. I blinked and all became well again. The figures stared back at me, laughing. Why shouldn't they laugh, they had been saved.

You tried to keep it a secret, now the world's gonna know.

Apparently in America, if you shoot at an 'occupied dwelling' (meaning that someone or something lived there but is not necessarily inside) you can be convicted, tried, and sent to prison.

I'll take this piece and make it fit; this picture's not the same.

I wish I would win the lottery. I don't think I'd be another horror story. I'd try not to tell, but I suppose word would get around. I'd invest most of it into a bank account. Some of it would go towards my mother. As much as I hate her, she is my mother. Of course I'd have to do a bit of shopping. I don't have enough clothes and one can never have too much cosmetics. Shoes are good to. I'd like to have an assortment of boots and heels.

You tried for perfection, but then oh, oh, oh, Erection.

I've almost finished with my school work. I didn't do any of it yesterday. I was enjoying the weather. And the internet. I missed this computer too much. Since it keeps crashing, I've been obsessively saving everything. I did make a new background yesterday. Like the Queen? I drew her. I like the way her legs look. I drew Alice as well. I think she shall be next. And then maybe two other drawings of mine.

This is not a love song. It's an example of how things go wrong.