Roses aren’t blue.
Violets aren’t red.
If your mom had an abortion.
You would be dead.


Roses aren’t blue.
Violets aren’t red.
We can’t be friends.
You’re fucked in the head.

Fuck, I was different. Fuck, I am different.

I don’t know what has changed but I feel different.

I feel like I’m better.
I’m a better me now than the me I was last year.
And the year before that.
And the year before that.
And the year before that.

I’m still a lonely person.
I’m still a virgin.
I still get sad.
I still hate the majority of the fuckwits in this world.
But that is me.
I also get happy.
I also make people laugh.
I can think independant thoughts.
I am not a group follower.

I may upset people with my words.
But they are my words.
And I like using them.
I like having a voice.
Even when others don’t want to hear that voice.

I can annoy you.
I can make you feel better.
I can say the wrong thing.
I can also say the right thing.
I can.

I will always strive to be a better person.
I will always have doubts.
I will always have negative thoughts.
But I will also always try to turn those negative thoughts into positive thoughts.

I want to be a better Aiden.
A better me.
I’ve already achieved that a little bit.
I know I can be greater.
And I know that I am constantly changing.
For the better and for the worse.
I will always be different.

I’m doing me.

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OKAY THEN DEBBIE!

RUOK DAY CAN RUIN FRIENDSHIPS.

So what do we do after we have asked “Are you okay?” Like what if the person says “no” and you don’t have the social skills to make them feel better. Do you just sit there in awkward silence hoping that in the not so comfortable quiet time they have a think to themselves and figure out their own problems? Or what if they say “Yes, I am fine” and then that makes them wonder if you are just asking if they are okay because they look like shit.

Hey End Of The World, so sorry for the mix up but some idiots double booked and we weren’t expecting you till 2012. We can’t actually fit you in at 6 o’clock. There’s nothing really that we can do. Once again I’m really sorry and I’m afraid you’ll just have to be patient and wait another year to bring forth the destruction of all living things. See you then. Yours truly, The Rapture Administration Team.

IT’S FRIDAY, FRIDAY! SPOOKY SCARY FRIDAY! EVERYBODY’S FREAKING CAUSE IT’S THE THIRTEENTH! FRIDAY FRIDAY! SPOOKY SCARY FRIDAY! EVERYBODY’S FREAKING CAUSE IT’S THE THIRTEENTH! MASSACRE, MASSACRE! YEAH! MASSACRE, MASSACRE! YEAH! KILL KILL KILL KILL! EVERYBODY STAB YOUR CLOSEST FRIEND.