i have no idea why the fuck i thought it was so funny but here.

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I havnt written in quite some time do to mishaps and rachels and meaghans aim crashing a hundred million times : // but im at the library
doing research on mental illnesses
cause im bored
what causes insecurity? i believe its when you think about yourself witch basically happens when you like get bored or whatever
we have lives the size of a pancake
Why do we focus so much on the outside world?
Boredom breeds insecurity witch eventually breeds depression or other mental illnesses correct? lololol
bullshitting you all
we should lol at everything our lives bring us
eventually we will look back and laugh at the the horrible things that crushed our souls and see how it inspired us
or we will sob
there is a 50/50 chance maby we will do both
i do understand that if i keep living the way i have i will die young
or screw up my future if i even had one in the first place,
its depressing to think about
simon means "heard by god"
i wonder if he listens while i pray silently underneath broken bridges
we should smile brightly maby the gleam of our teeth will shine like an angels wings or we will all fail and fall back to who we were before
lets just hope like everyone else
Helpless
Obvious
People
Exist
lololol i love those things
Simon
Is
More
omnciant
neglection
looolololol that one diddnt even make sense
but who really cares
lets pretend for once we like who we are
that will spawn happiness and the most part.

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I wish i wasnt so bored : [[[
this is an interesting tale i shall bestow now

Once upon a time, a couple days ago a boy named Simon was playing around with metal objects Simon wanted to see how long he could play
so he played alot but then realised he was bleeding to much, and ran to his stoned brother and made him drive him to the free clinic, not much to Simons knowledge, his brother Marquee was so stoned he forgot the hospitol he dropped him off at :[[[ so Simon sat alone for an hour bandaged up sitting on a curb without his cell phone, till a nurse felt bad and let poor little Simon call his brother to pick him up, so he did, and when Marquee arived well he forgot he forgot and acted like nothing happened,and they went home, and Simon scared the fuck out of his friends with his injuries...the end.

Well that was just a small story i thought i should tell, it seems some people poor their hearts out into pages like this, im pondering on doing so but in fear of reconcile! oh well that story was personal poor simon is still at home bandaged up not being able to walk around!!! I think its sad
but it was kind of Simons fault for being an arogant ass by playing with his own life, but nobody really knows so it makes it better

I talk in third person alot, i hope im not going to do that often it would make conversations with normal human beings akward,
oh im trying my best to refrain from cussing
i should get props cause cussing is usually my main fucking vocabylary lulz
damn i sound chipper dont I?
dont worry im not im actually kinda
dead...at the moment
i want some cheeze crackers
and a Stake quisidilla from taco bell
mmmm,
oh no im a freak : [[[[[
So everyone forgot my birthday
but jesus
but its ok cause i never told anyone my birthday in the first place
and some people i know arnt very good detectives : P
August 18th 1991
someone remember pleeeez
or does that sound creepishly creeperish of me?
ok im going to stop wasting others time with my involuntary movements
till laterz
im gonna play Halo : 0
dont miss me too much

- Simon with a I

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