Sadness is all I've ever known.
Inside my retched body it has grown.
It has eaten me away,
to what the fuck I am today.

There's nothing left for me to say.
There's nothing there for me to hate.
There's no feelings, and there's no thoughts.
My body's left to fucking rot.
Life sucks, life sucks, life sucks,
Who gives a fuck man, who gives a fuck!

It has been fucking this way,
since my fucking waking day.
Boredom has taken over my brain.
Chilled the blood inside my veins
Left me in this place insane.
All in sickness and in pain.

Everyday we gotta rot away in school
Rot on da net, rot on orkut,
I'm feeling like a fucking fool
I HATE EVERYONE,
they all hate me in return.
People bitching off my ear.
I can no longer fucking hear.
Nothing ever goes my way.
And it's never gonna fucking change.
Life sucks, life sucks, life sucks, life sucks

I hate my life, I hate my life,
I hate my life, I hate my life!

LIFES A BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Loner?

It was really making me restless thinkin if I really was a loner or it was just that I acted like one? I have a happy medium on the loner scale. I enjoy socializing, but I also have my moods when I'd rather be alone. Social interaction is important for forming human bonds, getting support and affirming my own personal identity. (As Charles Augustin Sainte-Beauve said, "Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.") But it's equally important to do things for myself, have time to reflect and explore the world in my own way. In fact, doing things on my own makes me a stronger, more interesting person. Whether or not I consciously aspired to this state of harmony between independence and human bonding, I seem to have achieved it!
You still think am a Loner? aheemmm!!

Hyper Limey

"We've Declared a Level-Three Heatwave Alert!"
So thundered the news from the Met Office this week.
It was like that scene from some Hollywood flick where the bad man declares some nuclear threat and the United States moves to DefCom4.
It's a BIT OF SUNSHINE for crying out loud!!!!! Geeeeeeeeezzzz!!!
People shiver in the pissing rain, especially in Manchester, for 50 weeks of the year.
A bit of nice weather is fantastic, not a reason for running berserk to the air raid shelters.
OK, it's a bit unpleasant seeing fat skinheads swigging beer from plastic cups with their T-shirts off or wid T-shirts saying stuff like, FUCK YOU FUCKING FUCK or Poiting downwards and saying..WANT BEER? TAP IS HERE!
But...But....but...there is plenty of eye candy to make up for it.
Yes, a few old dears will collapse (Tip: Take your duffel coat off, Love!) and the odd moron will leave Fido to bake in the back of the Volvo.
But all said, I kinda hate the hot weather as much as I love it. It isn't really fun to wake up in the morning when the sun is shining right on your face through the window and you are feeling frikkin baked. Even not that much fun for those who sat next to me at work as I drip sweat like a leaky tap, but bugger it. The lack of clothing makes up for it and after all...winter starts again on friday! :D