All your children will worship me.

I hate my life.  How amazingly angsty and teenagerish.  I hate angst.  And teenagers.  Do the math.

I hate school.  I’m not even particularly bad at it, it just infringes on my sleeping and feeling-sorry-for-myself time.

I’m in top form tonight.  Pity there’s no one around to talk to, I haven’t torn someone down lately.  My wit is throbbing against the inside of my skull.  Or that could just be the headache.  My good friend Headache.  I know he’ll never leave me.

I’ve been angry lately.  I have a feeling that it’s misplaced depression.  Still, the constant rage and irritation are tough to control.  I’m altogether too short tempered.  I may be posing a significant threat to myself and others.

I love that phrase.  The first time “they” labeled me as “A danger to self and others” I almost stared cracking up.  Of course, it wasn’t an appropriate time, and I am a strong advocate of propriety.  That, and the less crazy they thought I was the sooner I could get out of there.

“Don’t try to be the one person who has stayed just to say they never left me.”

Except, in order for someone to leave me they would have had to have been there at all.  Funny, that.

“You can all fuck off-I’m perfect, pissed off, beautiful, I’m God.”