Force me to respond then leave 10 mins after. Forcing the good old days back on me. Oh well.

A family heavily in debt. They're going to be kicked out of their house. The dad kills his wife and three daughters. Then sets fire to the house, slits his wrists, slits his throat. He's brought to the hospital and dies. Goddamn sick world. Goddamn sick. Sick of it all.

And then there's the whole war thing going on. I'm almost a responsible adult, I should know what it's about. But I can't be bothered. Just more guns and such. I really, really wish someone would use a fucking a-bomb soon. Really. Oh, fuckit. Let's think of something else. Like these nice fake bondage pictures. Now that's nice.

razorblade suitcase all the tricks of the trade

ah, you're back for more? Or less? Or nothing less? Or just to taunt me? Just to get me remembering and then leaving? I don't know I don't care I can't