11181 visits since 03/07/01 -=Mail/MSN=- sprained_soul@hotmail.com -=Featured Link=- Listening to 11.975hz - The official webcomic of #a!. 09/30/06 Cocktail Time Kill. 12/11/03 Conveyerbelt dreamscape. 09/24/03 Studded leather Envy. 06/26/03 Your very own anything. 02/11/03 I am part Hamlet, part eunuch. 11/17/02 I liked you better when I didn't know you. 10/13/02 No one likes you and you're going to lose. 09/13/02 I'd sell my soul for a Klondike Bar. 09/12/02 From lonely to only. 06/14/02 Spoonfulls of sidewalk wisdom. 05/11/02 Spontaneous human combustion on a bus. 03/24/02 We are all there is now. 03/18/02 Know what I'm talking about? 03/11/02 I wonder what it's like to be dead. 03/07/02 Lights off, Insanity on.			Know what I'm talking about?     You always thought deep down inside you were a decent human being. Your swore that a small piece of humanity, be it quivering and weak as a person's humanity tends to be, was still there and screaming out to be brought to the surface. You claimed that you were just doing things like this to "protect yourself". Then tell me, why your relationship hurt so bad? Why is it your life is a piece of shit and the only person not to blame is yourself? You're so full of your own shit that you don't know why it is everyone in your life leaves your burnt to the core and then talks shit behind your back. You want to be part of my life now? How about we start by ripping apart yours, I'll even tell you have I'm going to do it. Listen up, you're defiantly going to learn something from this. I'm going to show you how this is all going to go down. At first, you'll be interested in who I am then you'll be confused by how I got that way. By the time you find out what I'll become and do to you, you'll want to kill me. You'll spend hours wondering what makes me tick, days wondering why I haven't phoned and you'll spend the rest of your life wondering what went wrong or how you could have been so stupid. I'll deny, you'll accept. I'll lie, you'll believe. I'll run, you'll wait for me. I'll break you, you'll admire me. I'll burn you, you'll pity me. I'll kill you and you'll love me for it. As the months go on, you'll let out that "soft spot" of your and show me what a truly heavenly creature you are. I will be one of the few to "see that side" of you and I promise I'll fucking hate it. If I had known how fucked up you were at the start, I would have thrown you off a roof - protecting the world and the gene pool from your kind. I have news for you baby, the reason people leave you is not that they want to hurt you - they leave you because you're fucked up. Yes, this can be wrapped up in a neat little package, a bow of finality on top and wrapped in your self-doubts and short comings. There won't be a "friendship" after this happens because, and this is important : You're a terrible person, you'll make a rotten partner and you'll be the worst "friend" anyone can ask for. I'll just tell you that you're the greatest, that I can't face life without you and that I'll love you forever. I'm only telling you those things so you'll shut up once in a while. I know you're going to believe it all because the "softer side" of you is just a pretty name for being a sucker. You'll be easy to fuck, fuck over and leave once I get you to show me the "real" you. The only advice I can give you for your future of psychologist appointments and sleepless nights is that the "real you" is just a lie. It's the terrible parts of you that you only feel comfortable showing to those who are close to you, what you don't seem to realize that what you consist of deep down is nothing but shit. You've spent all these years trying to fit in, to belong and to give people the impression that you're not a monster. Sadly, this persona you've created is the only interesting thing about you, the rest of you is weak, boring and completely useless. Don't view it as deceiving people about who you are, just view it as presenting to people the only thing they'd be interested in. Show people how great you can be because no one really cares about how fucked up you are underneath. Do you think anyone would like the popular kids in high school if they knew that underneath they were speed-popping manic depressive? I'm sorry for telling you all that baby, do you still want to go out? Ok. Pick me up at my place around 8? Ok.