Makabeli

Today in my only non-college course i got screamed at by the entire class for contradicting the teacher, even though i was right about the fact there is a way to have a dictator in a democracy.... :/

I really am sick of being alive, or at least being me.

Why is it that i care so much about witty? Am I so devoid of posotive reinforcement in my life that stragners on the internet thinking in funn, or witty makes me this happy? Or when no one likes something i think really hard about the next one so i can get some "faves?"

I am dead, you have killed me. Emotionally, physically, and metaphysically. I am no more.

The worst thing in the world is being  smart enough to see all of the problems around you, and weak enough not to be able to do anything about them. 

I am unsure how i feel about the new witty setup. However i am glad they removed the seizure machine when you moused over to the "Witty" button.
 

"Just tie the rope, oh and kick the chair. Just leave me hanginin there gasping for air. Dont mind me 3 feet from the ceiling."

"Its about time, that i came clean with you, no

longer fine. Im no longer running smooth..."

"I think its time, that you got sick of me, no longer fun. And so far from interesting. I thought that I found myself under something new, just one more line. I repeat over and over again till im blue in the face with a choking regret."

Why does everyone always try to make me feel bad? Am i really that bad of a person, or am i jsut a really easy target?