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16.03.11 21:21:10 If there is a hell I hope that my eternal soul rots there for eternity. If there is one thing that I’ve been good at over the years it's fucking things up. It’s taking some beautiful and destroying it. Not just destroying it but mutilating it. So here I am, alone again and forever. From what one my favorite movies: "A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don't really need to pretend, because it's who I am, an emotional vampire. I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people's real emotions. Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?" That about sums it up. Well I guess it’s more like an emotional ware wolf in the sense that I’m not aware of the monster that lurks in my soul. I create such amazing things just to turn in and destroy them with out warning. I can even see myself doing it and I still do it. So here I am on the phone with my latest victim and being told in so many ways how amazingly terrible I am. The bad part is she’s right. She’s singing a song to tell me how horrific I am. “Collecting my jar of hearts... “ Yeah that sounds about right. Well me and my good friend Jemeson are going to have a long hard talk about how I am the worst person of all time... | |||||||||||||||