51001 (kitchen machine)

Waiting.. nothing to b done.. fuckin’ college.

He’s supposed to be here from… ( let me see) .. well I don’t know but it’s 1: 54 now

Bored bored bored.. I wanna puke

Every time I think of it I do.

They say music can alter moods & talk to u, well can it load a gun for you?? And cock it too?? I wanna cock it really.

If I find a gun on the ground, I’ll pop it to the fuckin head of all of them

As he said “ Fuck all”..

Whatever.. it wont differ..

Really wanting thing doesn’t mean that I’ll do it.. jst sing with me, sing for the moment

I know it’s so scary to think like tht but what can I do? I cant prevent me from thinking

I jst let my emotions go.. here where no one knows wat’s going on

It’s jst me by myself with my headphones blaring.. I don’t know even if that’s right..

It’s a systemized chaos.. we all live in a kitchen machine with no one there to stop it.. It seems to have unlimited power, what’s that infinite electricity supply.. will it end??

Sure it will, but I hope to get out of it in a good condition.. I hope not to b thrown in a trash can undone.

I’m really done :S.. hate me, hate my life

But love u lord.. hope u do.. hope am not lying on me also.

Yes I know am a child of problems.. but the beeb goes on da dum dum da da dum..

Hey… but hold ur nose coz here goes the cold water..

It’s like am drowning in the deepest sea.. the worst feeling is feeling that you r the enemy of urself.. evil wthin.. cheers to the devil.

Oh lord! Plz help me.. am crying now.. crying inside.. some times hiding ur feelings is the right choice..

But I cant bear it anymore.. like am carrying the heaviest weight in the whole universe up on my shoulders.. hope I throw it away but I’m stuck…

                                                                                                                         Done.

                                                       Is that a confession???