I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Thursday, December 29

Thanks for forsaking me

Two weeks have gone by and not as much as a hello or a how are you from any of you. I am alone here in this placeand everyday I open up my internet hoping that I have a comment on one of my posts... perhaps you haven't been interested in what I have written, but seriously a comment about how big an asshole I am or how ugly I am would be appreiated. I am just sick of turning off my computer sreen with ters streaking down my face. And, don't rush to comment now by the way, I don't need your pity. Jerks.