Nothing

I was actually planning to do a blog along the lines of " i hate everything", but someone beat me to it, its definitely that time of year, with all this good will and whatnot.

I was going to do the hate everything blog, but i thought, it seems like a bit of a teenager-ish thing to do, at second glance however, no, sometimes you never grow out of hating everything. theres someone i truly wish was dead, its not like " i hate her, i want her to die", i dont think that truly is wishing someone was dead. i want her to die to make my life easier, and i have absolutely no shame in feeling this. nor any guilt would i have if this coincidentally occured. you can say that im a bastard, or whatever you like(not so useful thanks to the wonders of anonymity), but you know that at one point or another there have been people that you wanted dead, you just did not tell anyone, or maybe you denied it to yourself for one reason or another. it wont happen but its one of the only things that makes me feel better.

sometimes i truly believe that the only reason i am alive is because of music, when there is no-one there, or even sometimes when there is.