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"8 123 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 pounds 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. Sounds lame, I know, but I I'm realizing how much passive aggression I have.

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, or just so awkward that I'm not really worth talking to, especially with the agonizingly long silence which has made me shy away from talking to most people. I don't have a problem with being completely isolated anymore, however.

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, optimistic, 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. The black people there are beyond stereotypical. The ghetto girl that sits next to me needs to discover what personal space is, the next time she lunges across my lap. The other black guys have enormous lips, drink grape soda, and one was wearing a Kool-Aid shirt yesterday. I half expect them to bring a watermelon tomorrow.

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 the desires I have left? 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.

The only reason I live is that I'm incapable of doing it not out of fear, but the fact that I know that it would harm way too people around me. Not that I like many in particular, but I'm not that evil. Just darker than before.

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.

ALSO:

Added this part after a few weeks on July 7th.

Anyone find it insanely sad and pathetic that our forums are just going to shit? why? Here are my reasons:

1. Mods ban fun. It's why Kim Possible Hentai and Yoink were deleted. It's why mods bad things like MyMiniCity in sigs.

2. Political correctness...on NewGrounds.

We're not allowed to call eachother fags or anything considered racist. What, you're afraid of being sued by the NAACP? I'm not asking for this place rto become a KKK safe-haven, but when teenaged males can't even call eachother fags so the true fags like myself don't get offended, something is wrong with Newgrounds. His is home of Seal Clubbing and V-tech massacre and a ton of flashes making fun of 9/11, yet I can't call some illiterate 12 year old dipshit who Satan knows how he found this site a fag.

3. Made up rules. Endless lists of unlisted rules, yet there are a few dozen ones even listed. You can get banned for anything, anytime, by any mod for any reason, and nothing will ever be done to them. Care to complain? You get the retarded and unoriginal lameduck response of "WELL U CAN LEAVE IF U DUN'T LIEK IT11!!!". How about all of you fucktard mods leave instead of banning anyone here to have a good time? They also seriously need to have their necks bitten open and a vaccuum hose shoved up their ass if they think NewGrounds is supposed to be a mature place for adults. HAHAHAHA!!!!!!! That's even more pathetic than what I'm ranting about. What fucktards over 18 come to NewGrounds to have intelligent and mature discussions with others except for those in the politics forum? This is a forum with teenage males who are overtly horny mental fuckups that spout 4chan memes. It's the opposite of intelligence.

4. Fags.

5. Black people. This is my blog. You mods are powerless.

6. asdffdg

Stolen from the user "tea"

I acknowledge this may all seem self-centered, but it's my blog. They're made so that you can tell others about yourself. I also know it's pretty long, but I don't care. I added small parts over a period of a few months.

There are actually tons of things I'm not going to post. Some of my friends already know my username on here and could easily track this page. I've posted more than enough people would like to know. Some already actually feel threatened by me. I've been told I look like the kid who's going to snap and shoot up the school. I won't, but I'd certainly love to. PM me if you care to ask anything I haven't answered here.

As of June 08 I've deleted about half of this blog as I just go a little too far in describing things I really should not have.

-I hate nearly everyone in my age group to a certain extent. I view most as annoying, insolent, ignorant, or just really stupid.

-I resent any form of weakness. Helplessness agitates me. Leeching off of society also pisses me off to no end. This is why I dislike most illegals and think that nearly all the people on welfare are just fucking lazy shits.

-I've been called emo, and hardly deny as I've rid myself of most self-conscience emotions. Maybe there are a few things about me that people would consider "emo". I almost always wears black and can't remember the last time my hair was actually short. I died it red once, and I'm bisexual. I don't do this to label myself--I hate most emos, too. They're bitchy retards who think that being "non-conformist" is cutting themselves and dressing exactly like the other "non-conformists". And I'm not obsessed with being "non-conformist" either. I put it in quotes because I hate that word. People think to highly of themselves when they use it to describe themselves.

-I consider myself a Republican. Shocking, isn't it?

-I like burning things.

-I once jacked off 11 times in one day. I'm the horniest person alive. PM me for pr0n.

-People often ask me what I'd like to do after I get out of high school. School in general is really a 6 hours long art class to me, as usually all I do is draw and make cynical remarks about the dipshits I'm surrounded by. I tell them I'd like to become a SEAL if anyone bothers to ask. In reality, as stupid as it sounds, it's not out of the question. Yes, you need a high school diploma, but nothing else. I've already met some of the physical requirements to start to training program and I'm 14. I WORK OUT. I run miles.

EDIT: Above statement was before I broke my toe.

-This is a sexy song

-Caffeine makes me batshit insane. I once had 2 large mocha frappucinos at a starbucks. I seriously almost had a heart attack. My heart hurt and was beating abnormally for 30 hours. One time I simply had a medium. I ran a mile. The first time I wrote this blog, I was on some caffeine. That's why I wrote a lot of the things I really shouldn't have.

Caffeine fucks me up :O

-Once, I was at a friends house. This happened a few months ago. We were boxing outside at like 7:00 PM, and I feel down and like fucked over the right side of my head on the concrete floor. For a few months after, I would write passively and would oftentimes simply skip the last letter of a word.

-Not a single person ever has not described me as either weird, creepy, fucked up, dark, interesting, or creative. 90% of the time it's just weird, creepy, or creative, though. I don't think I am, personally.

TO BE CONTINUED

NOT DONE.

This story was created on a lonely, caffeine induced dark night. It was inspired by a thread about arachnids and their appearance on a forum. Some characteristic of the spiders are overemphasized, obviously. I only say this as most people who will read this are gullible retards. Not even close to finished. I'm tired as fuck so lay off on minor errors. Also, this isn't my best vocabulary. I made this in like 20 minutes.
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Just imagine this:

It is late at night. You doze off after a night of heavy partying in southern Europe while on a vacation.

Then, you wake up. You're not in your bed safe and sound as you were earlier.

Instead, you're lying in a cold, rusty old bathtub at the bottom of an enormous, roofed cathedral-styled dome, with thousands of average sized spiders spinning webs and biting at rotting human corpses with skeletons scattered throughout the webs. You swear that it seems the few bodies with strands of flesh remaining in the mandible region register a last horrific expression, hoping their agony would simply be put to a stop sooner. Flies and other insects are simply non-existent. It is instantly obvious all webs must have taken care of any pathetic scavengers. Spiders are staring down at your from their network of webbing on the ceiling. They seem nearly curious, yet their montrous clacking mouths make them appear ruthless, selfish, with disregard to any beings feeling as long as it serves their own desire. A sickly thick dark green-yellow venom froths and drips from their upper orifice. You form an even more fiery resentment for the hideous creatures that seem to serve no purpose other than occasionally leeching off of the planets most annoying and lowly creatures for sustenance. It seems as if nature is in a way a pyramid of faceless superiority. Everything must depend on one another. How insidiously revolting, such a lack of independence.

The alienation and disambiguation you now form from life in general intensifies. Why would you want to even think of having anything in common with these ugly demons? Not that you had much in common in the first place. Wonder. Their beady, greedy eyes. Their numerous vicious claws and jaws which sloppily coincide with one another . The vile paralyzing acidic residues they endlessly spew to inflict unimaginable excruciating pain on their helpless, lowly, useless, and miniscule, lesser insects.. The eight legs, laid out in a fashion that begs to be remarked on for the pathetic movement they operate in when attempting to traverse terrain. The hairy, sensitive strands that you would now beg for the delight you would receive by slowly ripping off, one by one. Why feel sympathy when these savage abominations would only feel joy in mutilating you, piece by piece as you consciously feel every touch of pain.

At the center of this vast network of webbing is an astonishingly huge spider. One more massive, hairy, and menacing than the rest. It has enormous black glossy eyes, staring at you vividly. It is easily 50 feet in diameter. It's forelegs beat up and down against the web, practically enticing a confrontation. From that spider outward in rings, they decrease in size. They are no normal arachnids. They are intelligent with an order of maturity and leadership. Picture the mass of 3 elephants. Their mass would start to convey the size and magnitude that this queen spider encompasses.

Soon, enormous gooey white and brown colored eggsacks burst open. Atrocious odors spur from the yellow liquid accompanying the sudden bursts. Millions of minute, white spiders flood the walls. Slowly, increasing in number and speed, small spiders spin webs down and begin to silently land on the floor around you. You scream in terror, and you can feel adrenaline already pumping. You pray to a deity you deep down truly doubt exists beyond all of the fabricated hope that this is a dream, but you know it's not. Instead of a mere pinch, you suddenly slam your arm on the bathtub exterior in frustration and recklessness to try to wake yourself up in what you sincerely hope is an illusion. You are astounded by your idiocy, shortly after. The adrenaline amplifies the harm you've done to yourself. Your arm is fractured. Sucks, doesn't it, you careless moron? You scramble to your feet, ignoring the pain. You clumsily flip out of the bathtub, flipping it over and falling facefirst to the tough stone floor. As you get up, humiliated and nearly embarrassed even with no one around, you notice a small stream of thick, dark blood is dripping down from your forehead.

There are no doors or alternative exits in sight. As you look around in terror, you come to the sudden realization that you are trapped. And there are millions upon millions of spiders in this enormous abandoned dome. You quickly estimate the dome is about 400-420 feet in width and length. You look around frantically, and after a while give up on spotting an easy exit. You fall to the floor, feeling helpless and miserable.

The spiders spontaneously move and swirl in a maelstrom of hairy legs, glossy eyes, and chattering jaws. It seems as if the mass is a singular entity, rather than an enormous colony of these monsters. Hideous screeches echo throughout the chambers. The cries of pure malevolence feel like rusty needles slowing scratching your bare eardrums. Many of the small spiders descend to the ground, suspended by thick strands of stringy pure white webbing. You gaze upwards, petrified by fear. This whole wall of spiders is slowing descending upon you, you soon realize. Millions of spiders, ranging from an inch in diameter, to a whole 30 feet are coming to you for their prize. Each and every one is suspended by their own individual string.

Just your luck, a spider around 5 feet in diameter descends almost directly on your head. You shriek the loudest shriek you're capable of sending after the creatures legs softly stroke your cranium. At lightning speed you pounce up and seize it by it's hind legs. You are forced to murder it for your own survival. You spin it around and fling it with all your might meters away, the momentum amputating one of it's legs. It is pinned to a rusty metal spike, right through the center of it's bulbous abdoment. Rapidly convulsing in shock, you realize that it's leg is still squirming on the ground below. It gently taps your leg, and in response you nearly jump out of your skin. A putrid, dark green, coagulated form of what could hardly be registered as blood seeps out of the severed limb. But the spider is not dead, and there are millions more slowly descending upon you, hundreds of feet in the air overhead. The noise is unbearable. The sickening noises that you detest are only getting louder.

I'M EDITING FROM THIS PART ONWARDS A LITTLE BIT EVERY DAY^^
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Suddenly, you wake up. A doctor's overhead.

And that's why you don't do cracks, kids. LUCID DREAMING IS NOT FUN AS IT SOUNDS.

THE MORE YOU KNOW!!!

I'm too lazy and want to go to bed. Look up what lucid dreaming is for me.

http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/87 8902

http://www.futilitycloset.com/2006/12/
29/perspective/

This is my outlook on life in general:

Which is why you can be like me, and not care. I've wanted to shoot myself in the back of the head for -about 2 years now.

As long as you believe in religion, you are merely weakened by fear. I don't deny a God. Who the fuck are humans to say, anyway? The alternative explanation would mean we are basically a strain of mutant freak gorillas with brains on steroids. This would also mean that life is utterly pointless and that every concept of anything is merely a creation of our consciences..

Of course, I have trouble calling myself an atheist. Why? Well, atheists complain about people forcing their religious beliefs on one another. Yeah? Well who's been suing over the word "Under God" in the pledge of allegiance. GOD DAMMIT, I ACTUALLY LIKED THAT PLEDGE WHEN I WAS 10. IT FELT KEWL. And then there is the fact that being an atheist means you deny any possibility of a God.

Basically what I'm saying is that humans are nothing, any way you choose to look at it.

There are two reasons to have faith:

1) You fear eternal agony
2) You desire eternal peace and happiness above all else without any work towards it. You lazy shit.

Of the "pale blue dot," astronomer Carl Sagan said, "That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every 'superstar,' every 'supreme leader,' every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam."

BEFORE YOU READ IT IS VITAL YOU CLICK THIS LINK!!! =O

I wrote this yesterday, edited it more today. This was created as a rebuttal to incredibly idioctic or pointless topics for an extremely sarcastic response. If people start copying this, I want everyone to know I made it first, dammit

Originally posted on this blog March 3rd.

Point out errors if you find any. No, I did not receive any assistant except for an online Thesaurus for two words.

EDITed: Promiment to prominent
#2 Acknowledgement to acknowledgment
#3 Creation to establishment
#4 Some I forgot

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Dear, Captain Crunch and the Kellogs cereal corporation:

Why is it that you endlessly abduct and torment children via crunchitization, forced entry into educational facilities, and the use stolen 18th century seavessels? I find it shocking that a company renowned for the selling of sugary processed and artificially flavored cereal to our most cherished resource; children, is promoting despicable propaganda, namely kinds which display regard to racial supremacy and violence. The advertising icon for your product happens to be an insane 200+ year-old elderly mustachioed midget and pedophile who was, and some say still is a corrupt Royal Navy officer trying to sell children to the Southeast Asian sex-trade, commandeering multiple sea vessels in the process.

This is obviously a not-so-well-hidden message concocted in an attempt to further indoctrinate and corrupt our youth to advance the secret and sinister Kelloggs agenda. I DEMAND the immediate cancellation of all 217 aired commercials SPECIFICALLY commercial 86 in which an adult was murdered off-camera intentionally by captain Horacio Julieus Crunchzech's while piloting his high-tech anti-gravity vessel, obviously a message that can be easily interpreted as one to inspire violence and unjustified disrespect towards elders. I also demand the dismantlement of all crunchitizationogrificationationorzimi st training facilities. The "captain" should also be demoted to a mere skipper in the Royal Navy and his crew sentenced to life in prison without parole for intent to incite violence and for committing unlawful conspiracy. The workers of the networks who aired his hateful and vile message of deeming it appropriate to abduct children and force them to eat cereal, commit sexually explicit acts, and partake in activities conducted by malevolently underaged politically correct drafted Navy crewmen.

The cereal itself even has despicable messages.There are no black, brown, or white cereal piece! The cereal itself is promoting Oriental supremacy, and the unbelievably intolerant assertion that the majority of the populace is of Oriental descent! I cannot imagine how incredibly neglected and closed-minded the creator of Captain Horacio Julieus Crunchzechs abusive stepfather must have been! He is probably the true deviant hooligan and is the villain responsible for this balooza of these racous and delusional hate-speech projections.

I also find it excessively offensive to diabetic and obese citizens of the world. They will never be permitted to even dream of partaking in this unhealthy drug-ridden delicacy and will always be forced to stare in and and agony while other perfectionist citizens engage in cereal consumption. At the very least, I suggest that the Nazi Asian psychopathic animator of the commercial television series make the cereal unappealing, disgruntling, and totally unappetizing to prevent wide scale riots, civil war, protests, boycotts, petitions, revolutions, mass suicides and/or the possibility of nuclear warfarew or anthrax dispersion over New York City initiated by the diabetic assocation who will eventually demand enormous reperations unless this atrocity is halted before proceeding to indoctrinate entire impressionable generations on misleading radical ideas. Now, I originally intended to mail this letter to the Kellogs headquarters in New York, but unfortunately my location prohibited a managable time-frame for reaching a viable post-office facility. You see, I would be in a more accesible environment, but I now inhabit the streets of Bel-air. It was never my intent to take hold of a permanent residence in this foul city, but there were a few troublesome African-American males that were up to no good that started making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air".

So I conclude this well-written letter and hope that faggots on NewGrounds won't say "LOL COPYPASTE".

Sincerely,
Will Smith

I just saw this movie last night, and all I can say is that I have never been more infuriated by a movie more than this one. I got to the scene where you see the hijackers take over the fourth plane.

I was turning bright red, I had an adrenaline rush, my heart was nearly throbbing out of my chest and I hardly blinked. I felt like screaming and I felt so tense. I never felt anything like it before. Feeling like that, I'm assuming, was not healthy. The movie was great, but seeing these savages jump around the 1st class cockpit slashing throats and stabbing swathes of innocent passengers, then strangling and beating even more senselessly was almost too much. I wasn't shocked, just pissed off more than ever knowing that what I was seeing actually happened. I'm joining the military, end of story. The amount of rage I felt for that period of time is a kind I've never felt that could even compare to anything else that I've been through.

I calmed down though and had an automatic uncontrollable grin when the passengers start bashing in the skull of one of the hijackers and the redneck guy hammers the second one with a pick axe. There were two humorous scenes, and those were both when the two hijackers are in the isle, pathetically frustrated that they have no control over the mob of passengers.

And this is saying a lot. Movies have never, ever, made me feel even slightly emotional in any aspect with the exception of the Jedi padawan slaughtering scene of Star Wars Episode III, and that was a brief moment of sorrow when I was about 12 which I got over in 5 seconds.

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I'm going to start posting stories and crap that I've written in the past here. I'm going to make this page a lot more active than before. I wrote this a long time ago, posted it on my MySpace. Of course, posting it on my MySpace hardly matters as I don't even use it that often, have few friends on it, few of those friends even care, and that I'm not going to add anyone from NewGrounds to it. This place is a cesspool of idiocy and cock jokes (although cocks are quite awesome). I'm going to post old things from time to time that I never really posted anywhere or got any recognition from anyone.

This is a story about the Trix rabbit:

He walks home, after another failed attempt at getting his precious Trix. He had only tasted them once, in commercial 14 when the evil and selfish children spilled a few drops of milk and a luscious Trix grape nugget when they had slid down a cliff, the African American boy this time brandishing the Trix had held them in the air with 3 fingers while sliding down, defying the laws of physics. He, the rabbit had dreamed of the day when he could have just one, full bite of the precious jewels and creamy milk. But no, these children always took his cereal. They laughed at him and threw rocks at him, they appeared and fled in every encounter, mockingly displaying the Trix right in front of his desperate and craving eyes, ignoring his pathetic pleas to once against taste the cereal. This cereal had ruined his life. He had forgotten his name, his voice had become so weak and soft that it was a mere shadow of his old one, when he had a job, a family, and most importantly, a life.

It had all started one day when he came home from his job as a lawyer. It was a tough day and he had just lost another case for a man he knew was innocent. His life flashed before his eyes: he had always been a failure. Everyone looked down at him despite his greatest efforts. After all, he was an overgrown mutant rabbit in a society of perfectly normal people. He went into a state of depression and on the walk home, 3 men came out of a trash can in an alleyway. Not questioning how they fit inside of the rusty metal container, the rabbit had leaped away as fast as his furry legs could move him. Not long after, he had tripped upon a rock, and the impact on the cement sidewalk had knocked him unconcious. He awoke later in the same alleyway where he had been ambushed from and found he had been robbed of his possessions.

He decided that this was the day he would change. He would never return home to his one room apartment, as he knew he would only be mocked by his children and shouted at by his terrible wife. He ran. He ran as fast as he could, and then journeyed into the wilderness where he could find someone that would show him sympathy. Just once, just once. Days passed without food or water, but he was persistent in getting away from this awful place.

Then the day came where he reached the final outskirts of the city. With one look back, he waved goodbye and journeyed into the forests, trying to find anyone of his own kind. But all the rabbits were gone. He never found why, but they had all disappeared. Instead, he heard the evil laughter of children. he looked up into the trees and saw the gleaming eyes of the hiding children. He could not recognize any of them as their movements were faster than light. Shadowy figures of these seemingly possessed children traced their movements. They screamed and laughed, each moment their cries grew louder. Their motions were so swift and increasing in speed that soon whirlpools of wind and leaves had gathered in the air, flying into his eyes and cutting his unshaven cheeks. Minutes passed and he had finally mustered enough courage to say something, anything. "WHAT IS IT YOU WANT!!!!" he shbuts.

And then silence. As the rabbit had knelt on his knees and grasped his softly vibrating furry ears, sobbing in fear and confusion, one of the frightening figures had moved forward and beckoned him. The rabbit looked up and decided to stand up. He followed this mysterious person into the forest, and he soon a facility had come into view. The person then moved even closer to what had seemed like a battered door and unveiled a keypad. He entered a code, and after a series of 3 beeps a door had opened. The rabbit had glanced in a direction for a split second, but as soon as he turned around, the mysterious figure was gone. He argued with himself of what this phantom was; was he going insane from the lack of sustenance, was he hallucinating?

He now journies inside and finds many devices. It seemed like a laboratory for a madman and had all the tools and machines necessary for cloning and genetic experiments. Blood had stained the walls and the chambers were all cold as ice. Fear again rose inside of him, but as soon as he had tried to turn and run out of the door, he was seized by four of the children he had seen in the trees.
"No! Let me go! Please!" he had screamed. But it was too late. A fifth child brandishing a titanic rusting and blackened needle had injected him with some unknown greenish substance, smiling malevolently in the process. This enormous needle had to be cradled with both of this evil childs hands. Again and again, the child thrusted the gargantuan needle all of his major arteries, faster and even more eagerly each successive time. Then a second needle had been injected into his neck. He began to feel sleepy. Very sleepy.

The next thought he had were confusing. They were about some sort of cereal. he envisioned a large bowl, filled to the top with a colorful cereal. He needed it. It enveloped all of his thoughts. A burning lust for this delicacy had blocked his thoughts. It clouded his sanity. It seemed as though he could smell it, and he had savored it's delicious scent. Nothing else mattered, his life was meaningless until he could taste this. As soon as he had tried to move forward, however, he could not. He was trapped. It was like a dream, but he could not move. He could not feel and his only senses were vision and smell. It was like he was numb all over, floating, and really only frantic maneuvers which felt like pure chaos at every moment could even trick himself into believing he was rushing towards his prize.

And it would be like this for the rest of his life. As he had awoken, the cereal was right in front of him. Before his mind was really started to come into realization of his surroundings, he noticed there were the same children, laughing malevolently and taunting him with the Trix in the forest he had ventured too. They had taken it away from him as soon as he had gotten close. As fast as he ran, he felt as if he was in place, as though he would never be complete until he had taken this artificially flavored curse for himself.

The children would laugh and taunt him forever. This poor creature would be mentally disturbed for the rest of his life, endlessly pursuing a dream which he had no chance to fulfill. He would endlessly wander the forests, a mere shell of his former self, totally broken. For the rest of his life, until he one day just faded away with the wind.

Yes. I did write this. Yes, I was bored out of my mind.

LOLOLOLOL

Good news in my life:

I don't want to shoot myself as much anymore.

Bad news:

I'm always bored out of my fucking mind.

You're all a bunch of crazy stupid fucks. Oh well, this corner of the Internet is just a little bit less pathetic than everywhere else.