everyone's retard

-I'll always be in love with him, always.-

I had a semi-good week at school, it comforts me that my hard work is appreciated somewhere. Something I can't find at home, but luckily I'm sober-minded. Tonights agenda, work hard on my 'doll house' concept, and fully analyze the crocodile up to the last phalanx. I have no idea what my brain is planning with my hands. No prospect of the works I'm going to make, I'm going to let everything flow, like the blood that pours from my body.
I no longer care about what people say, I don't give a fuck what they say about me. My eyes are only focused on myself and those who deserve my love. The people I cherish, the people I can count on one hand. Those are the only loved ones.
Friday was a proof of an idle evening full of laughter and genuine friendship. The questions of the evening, as what should Simon dress up for Halloween? Can an anus suck vacuum? Is marijuana a craft for my dark soul? The answers are Steve Erwin, We don't know 'cause we didn't try it and dear lord yes it is.
I see life as something weird, the smallest things can fill the biggest gaps and cracks in ones heart, fill it with joy and love. It makes me cry with joy every time I fall flat on my face, there they are encouraging me, calling out to me that I'm the only one who can save myself from the quicksand.


It hurts, 'cause my eyes saw diffrent things. Sometimes I think it might have been better or more fun if they kept pretending to like me. But I'd rather lose 100 superficial friends then two friends I blindy love, knowing they love me the same way back.
This is a nod to the people who think I don't know about their two-faced secrets and their nameless knives. I see true your ugly packaging, so stop playing the victim. No one believes in the sheep costume anymore. I know now that you never were a friend and never will be.



My love will always be sincere, for I'll always be the retard.