The Truth and Some Lies.

yeah.

I bet bears just need friends. I bet they just want to eat fish and enjoy a gentle stream and talk to a few campers, but instead the campers run away and theres soda cans in the river and all he's got to vent his frustrations on are a couple tents.

 

I bet washing machines need friends.

 

I bet friends need friends, because its impossible to really know someone. Have you ever felt like noone in the whole world has ever REALLY known who you were? I bet if I kept talking I could make you feel like I dug up some part of yourself you didn't even realize existed. I eat brains for breakfast, and mindfuck at night.

 

This may be s**t and noone will probably read it, and the people who do will wish they hadn't, but last night I thought "Oh well", after thinking about my life as a whole.

 

I tried to stay consistent and make people think I was a decent writer. I promised myself I would start trying in school but tomorrow is Friday and then OH WELL theres the weekend, why try for one more unnecessary day.

 

I skipped school today and this is the first consecutive five minutes that I have not spent reading. I read three books (thats not true, i'm lying, I read two) and now I'm having trouble thinking in my own voice. I know I should try and sleep but I've spent the whole day with the same author and I'm not really sure I want to be alone with myself yet.

 

I've always done whatever I wanted. Not in the spoiled sense, where I ask for a golden egg and ask for it NOW, but I've always managed to do whatever I decided I was going to do. I'm not overly determined, I just never considered it a possibility to fail. I realized yesterday that there will be a time when noone else will believe in me, and my word will not be good enough to prove my intelligence.

 

That motherfucking point system. If I do my homework I get points, which turn into grades, which turn into more points, which turn into my Grade Point Average, which gets sent to several colleges, who look at my zip code and points I've earned over my lifetime

 

but i am not a f*****g number

i am a person

and i will go live with the bears, if I have to.

 

 

its 7 in the afternoon and my dog is still not wearing pants. He needs to stop screwing around and get a real job.

 

I'm free loading off of myself.

I either have way too much ambition, or not nearly enough.

Or I just have ambition and laziness, and they cancel themselves out.

 

Life is a metaphor for itself. I'm not totally sure what that means, and neither do you, but you pretended you did for a moment there, didn't you?

 

What would it mean to scream at the bottom of my lungs?

Have you ever heard a hampster scream?

I think screaming and vomiting are the two most hilarious things that could ever happen.

Peeing, shitting, and masterbation are the only pleasures in life I will ever count on.

 

The Truth and Some Lies is a pretty badass title, and I was saving it for something equally badass, but then it wouldnt be... legit. genuine. From the heart.

But nothing is from the heart. Except blood. And blood makes me want to vomit. which would be hilarious. and I would laugh. unles I saw the blood again. in which case I would scream. Which in turn would be funny.

Author's Note

eh.

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

I realized yesterday that there will be a time when noone else will believe in me, and my word will not be good enough to prove my intelligence.

maybe the second part is accurate if you switch word with world cos the planet's going f*****g crazy, but unless I get hit by a bus even if you haven't heard from my a*s in months I always still know your power & remember the twisting perfectness of your words/mind so f**k that first part. F**k it all to fiddlesticks.

Its wrong.

[Sophie]

I actually thoroughly enjoyed reading this.
It made me happy in a sad sort of way.