gNU mAHG nUMBUH nYNE!@ bUY: (eWE gUESSID iT!@) pIP tHE aNGR-EE y0UFF@! tITLE: tHE gIRLIEZ lUV mUH k0Q yeah... so what if they don't talk to me and i try to confess my feelings to them but i don't know how to ... so what if i write horrible poetry and have more slits on my wrists than dick clark has had face-lifts... standing waiting glancing hoping watching smelling forgetting losing ending yeah... i'm pretty much a quiet kid... and yeah, i feel the need to make a statment in violence... maybe i should snap... maybe i should break out dad's .22 and sit on the roof of the school... yeah... take out a few of the fake sheep sitting around the school yard... the ones who make fun of me all of the time... running breathing sweating kneeling hiding maybe i should just take some prozac, something to quiet the riot in my skull... the constant battle between sanity and madness... killing raping eating fucking living hating or maybe i should just get a clue... -eof-