My Twisted Thoughts Page 2

Basically, this page is where I
let all of my feelings out. Many of my views or opinions may
be different from yours, but I want you to know that I
usually do not act upon my views or opinions.
They are just my opinions, and I will not look at any of you any
differently for having a different opinion than my own. I may
try to argue my opinion, but I will not insult or put down
your own opinion. I am hoping that you will treat my
opinions and my views with the same respect with which I treat
yours. That being said, enjoy listening to me run my mouth.
I quit censoring myself basically because I figure
that you don't have to be here, so if you don't
like how I talk then don't come here.

Seventh Installment - 3/14/00: I think I may have finally found
an outlet for the anger that I have deep down inside of me.
It's a nonviolent outlet too. I have begun to write
poetry, and I think that I am pretty good, myself. You'll be
able to judge for yourself soon enough because I plan to put
a poetry page on here. It will probably be just my poetry
at first, but I'm hoping other poets will let me display
their work. I've also found that writing poetry is a good
way to get girls, not that I'm using poetry to get girls.
They just find poetry romantic, or something like that. Trust
me, I need all the help I can get with girls. So, if poetry
helps me out with girls, then you better believe I'm going to
keep writing poetry. I find myself being less irritable lately,
now that I have started writing poetry. I get mad about
something, I just go make a poem about it. My family pisses
me off, I write my anger out on paper. It really does work.
You people should try it. You just may find that you have
a new talent that you never knew of. I know I did.
Anyway, I'm done. Peace, until next time.

Eighth Installment - 4/7/00: I'm sorry to disappoint the
two or three people that actually check back on this page, but
I'm no longer going to be putting any of my poetry on
my page. I've realized that there are a lot of worthless
bastards on the Internet, that have no talent whatsoever,
so they steal other peoples' work and claim it as theirs.
That is why I am not posting any of my poetry. I'm not being
egotistical, but I feel that some of my poetry is good enough
that people would want to steal. And since I don't have any of
my poems copyrighted, they could easily steal my poetry
and get away with it. So, if any of you are truly
interested in my poetry, just e-mail me or call me or something,
and I'll let you see some of my poetry, and in turn let you
see inside the real me. That's all for now.
Talk to you all later.

Ninth Installment - 5/13/00: Well people, I am very proud
of myself. I have quit smoking cigarettes for two months now,
plus some. I can't believe it. I actually successfully
quit smoking. You know what I've got to say about this.
Hell f*cking yeah for me, biatch!! And to all of those
who said I couldn't do it, f*ck you all!. I did it on my
own. Didn't have anyone there to help me. Aren't you all
proud of me?

Anyway, tomorrow is Mother's Day. This is one
of the most hardest days of the year for
me. It's so hard not having my mother around. I miss her so
much and there is nothing I can do to make things any better.
So, to all of you mothers out there I wish you a Happy
Mother's Day. And to my mother looking down on me from the sky,
Happy Mother's Day, I love you!

Tenth Installment - 7/25/00: Some people say that I'm totally
messed up. That I'm some sort of psycho. I may be psycho,
but at least I have a heart. I've known for quite a while
about how stupid my family is, now I shall share
that stupidity. I recently was thinking about who would come
to my funeral if I happened to commit suicide. I came to
realize that most of my family would probably not come.
"You're family will come," you say. "Why wouldn't they come?" You ask.
To be honest, I don't know why they wouldn't come,
but I'm pretty sure they wouldn't. My father told me
about one of his aunts had committed suicide. He also
told me how her sisters would not go to her funeral, her own
sisters!! I could not believe that!! How could you not go to
your sister's funeral? You don't even know how much I want
to bitch slap them right now. I'll end this installment now.

Eleventh Installment - 7/25/00: Are you all ready to go back to school?
I know I'm sure as hell not! I don't know about all
of you people, but I've got just a little over three weeks
until I'm back in the hell hole. Back with all the bitches
and hos. I absolutely despise school. Maybe if they
actually taught something that was useful in the real world instead
of what "The Man" says we have to learn. Then there
are all the preppy pieces of shit that think they're better
than everyone else. Wearing their Abercrombie & Bitch
and their G.ay A.ss P.eople clothes. Then we got the
teachers who support the preps and let them get away with just
about anything. And jocks...well, they can all go
suck their own dicks for all I care. They do whatever they
please and no one says a word, because they're the almighty jocks.
Everyday, I'm forced to see beautiful women who don't
think I'm good enough for them. You don't know what's
good for you! You think some over sized jock that's gonna end
up beating the shit out of you is what's good for you.
Well, since you're too damn stupid to realize that's
wrong, you can have him you stupid whore!! Okay, if I don't quit
now, I never will...Peace out my non blood brothers and
sisters.

Twelfth Installment - 8/2/00: Okay, I've put up with the stupid shit
long enough. I have to finally talk about it. It's getting on
my nerves so bad. There have been some bad things happening
around the neighborhood that I live in
TPed houses, broken car windows, stolen lawn furniture.
Well, this stupid bitch in our neighborhood decides to take
it upon herself to become the neighborhood patrol. People who
live around here know who I'm talking about. Stupid hick bitch
. Anyway, she decides for some reason that me and my
friends are absolutely, without a doubt, the ones that did it.
So, she's called all of my friends and either talked to them
or their parents. She hasn't confronted me yet though. I
hope she does, because I want to bitch at her for being
such a nosey bitch. We'll be walking home from our friend's
house and she'll call the cops on us. Uhhh, stupid bitch,
we have to get home some how. We aren't lazy fucks like you
and your farmer husband. Go back to the shit hole you came from,
that's where you belong. In case you can't tell, I don't
like this bitch that well. In fact, I absolutely hate her,
her fucking thinks-she's-cool daughter, and her fucking
farmer ass husband. Okay, I'm done rambling now. Bye bye.