Paracetamol is good

My body feels like crap. Must be stress — and that bed of spikes that I sleep in. Gah, I effin’ hate my bed. I really believe that furniture was created to get information from prisoners. I’m supposed to be productive this Saturday but now my bone structure isn’t even capable of pressing the tv [...]

first issue

Dear Diary,
I created a blog today. Thank God people can now read about my suicidal tendencies and secret hankering to try out my stun gun with the neighbor’s dog. Man, that was hard to share. Hopefully, people in the internet are more understanding, otherwise, my inbox might have to deal with hate mail. But diary, [...]