by winter » Tue Jul 11, 2006 12:18 pm
I wasn't serious, I don't think I could ever kill myself. But I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't fantising over it yesterday. You know, feeling sorry for myself and pretending that I died and think of how everyone would react. Rollplaying it in my mind, crying at the thought of how sad that day will be.
To make matters worse, I have a little bump at the bottom of my ballsack and I don't know where it came from. It doesn't itch or hurt. It's just there...
“Feminism is a socialist, anti-family, political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.”
-My dear buddy, Pat Robertson