This journal is me officially saying that Monday, I'm gonna go back to school. I don't know where, or exactly what for, but my life is at a dead end and I need to do something.
If I don't, you can all anally rape me until I am dead.
It's just for me to post music and stuff, everyone else has a page, so why not me? Other admins are PincheFace and ENDZYM3, Like if you want, or don't, whatever.
Xenia, Ohio. A few years ago, a tornado hit this place. It killed the people, left and right. Dogs died. Cats died. Houses were split open, and you could see necklaces hanging from branches of trees. People's legs and neck bones were sticking out. Oliver found a leg on his roof. A lot of people's fathers died, and were killed by the great tornado. I saw a girl fly through the sky, and I looked up her skirt. Her skull was smashed. And some kids died. My neighbor was killed in that house. He used to ride bikes and three-wheelers. They never found his head. I always thought that was funny. People died in Xenia. Before dad died, he had a bad case of the diabetes.
PincheFace