Wednesday, May 4, 2011


There is nothing worth living for, I'm not smart, I don't know what I want to be, I'm not pretty. I'm all alone, there is noone that would understand.
I'm better off in a mouldy box under some soil.

The world is going to be so much better now.


  1. Casey, you are smart. Maybe not conventionally, but you have a damn lot of common sense and you know what to say to people.
    You don't know what you want to be? Neither do people I know in their forties, and I respect them and look up to them nonetheless.
    And you are pretty. Even if you don't believe that's true, what does it matter? Being pretty isn't going to get you anywhere unless you want to model or something.
    I can't say I understand, but I can say I'll try as hard as I can to understand.
    Don't, please. For me? Make a promise to me that you won't?

  2. I don't have common sense. I don't know basic things that I should. I don't even know my times tables.
    I need to know what I want to do, I can't sit around for years waiting to know what I'm going to do.
    Being pretty will get you a lot of places. People wont hire people who look heinous to serve customers.

    I'll try, but I cant promise anything. I don't want to break any promises.

  3. I don't know my times tables either! It takes me about two minutes to figure out the time via an analog clock. Trust me, you have a lot more common sense than I do.
    You can start off anywhere. There's always the choice of going back to TAFE or something later to get a different qualification.
    Promise you won't for at least a while. I've promised at least four months- last at least that long with me?

  4. I beg to differ.
    I can't do that. I have to do something, I'm not allowed to sit around at home until I decide what I'm going to do.
    I'll try my hardest to last that long. I need change, I need something new. I'm never going to get it. I either get change, or the finish line.