GOOD DAY, PLATYPUSES.

I'm now addicted to WoW. I have three characters on Bloodscalp. Evilplatypus, Krausarnym, and Deadlock I feel loved, logging in to this account after how long I've been gone and finding no userpage comments or PMs.

This site seems like a waste of time now that I'm playing WoW...which I admit is a fucking retarded game with no value at all and an even worse waste of time, but it sucks you in and made me neglect sleep for 14 hours without food. It's actually a good workout now that I'm 5"7 123 from about 128 a week ago. Only bad thing is that my parents think I'm anorexic now that I'm so addicted that I've lost 5 more from a lack of food.

Basically what I'm trying to say it WoW's psychological impact makes you feel like this:

WoW>sleep>water>food>Newgrounds>produc tivity>black people. 5 hours seems like 1 hour.

So I resume my life of being unregarded, pissed off, a little fucked up in the head, and am perceived as an ultra-horny goth who likes eating rabbits, wearing black in 100+ degree temperatures and who looks practically anorexic (<--at least that's what some people say). I'm going nowhere, have fewer and fewer friends by the month, and am even more numb as time goes on. Yet I don't care. I just want my life to move along as fast as possible and do everything in my power to get back at everyone I resent.

And I think I might be 80% gay now. Only one girl means anything at all to me emotionally now, and every day we grow farther apart as I desperately pursue any hope of pleasing her when I know it's totally hopeless in the end as the fact is that she'll never love me the way that I love her. And even in porn, which I rarely even watch anymore seems totally un-fullfilling unless it's fetishized as hell. Yet when I talk to guys I'm attracted to, my thoughts are rarely sexual and I actually get feeling beyond my cock. Yet I know it's also hopeless, as I either come off to strong with my overzealousness in trying to please people in general, or I just get people to think I'm serial killer with the total silence and rage-ridden glares.

Every day I just look back at who I once was and let out a big sigh about how pathetic, weak, annoying, belligerent, sensitive, happy, optomistic, and hopeful I once was. If I could go back in time about a year I'd dropkick myself.

And now summer school. Hooray. I'm surrounded by a bunch of fucking morons who try to act ghetto and stupid conceited Mexican girls who seriously need to lose 20 pounds before they think they can wear tight pants. God, black people seriously just need to shut the fuck up about R. Kelly's acquittal.

I'm not saying I'm leaving Newgrounds. I'm just explaining why I've hardly been on if anyone is wondering. And my life is going nowhere.

But I know what this blog is going to generate. Endless posts of "kill yourself, emo" if anyone even sees it. But I don't care. I'm not going to any time soon, and I've thought it over clearly in the past. And I'm practically numb to people's perceptions of me as long as it does not interfere with my personal desires. I'll just pray to Hell that you're gang raped by rhinos with acid-coated AIDs-flavored baseball bats. And what are those desires? Nothing. I don't even know. I don't even care. The only thing that gives me a rush anymore is adrenaline, rage, caffeine, horniness (which seems to be dulling), or imagining killing someone I hate in the most personal ways I can imagine. And every day regard for peoples feeling fades from me. I don't want or need any pity, or attention, either. This is just a vent which I'll probably add more to over time.

So yeah, let the "kill yourself emo" posts commence. I won't even delete them or respond. Doesn't even have anything to do with what I've written. Of course, by saying that, a bunch of retards will post it anyway with the thought in their head that they're witty.