"Every living creature dies alone". Not me. When I die, I'm taking you all down with me. Oh yeah.

I could never bring myself to kill myself. Why? I just can't. Someone once said that. But who was it? Whoever it was, I agree whole-heartedly. I am tired of life, but I can't kill myself. Just talking about it is morbid. Ahh teen angst. Perhaps in 6 months I will magically lose such thoughts and become a mature adult. Who am I kidding, I'm gonna be like this for a looong time.

"I am a loser and a failure". Am I right or am I wrong (in which case I am right)? The loser paradox.

Are rapid mood swings a sign of the times? Actually that didn't make a lick of sense. How I've longed to use that phrase. Lick of sense. Sick of lens. Perhaps I do have a terminal illness after all. That's the right spirit. The spirit of the matter. An odd phrase, or rather a phrase which can be interpreted oddly. Free forming, free flowing Jazz like.