Cars.

I love cars. I appreciate their power, the aesthetics. I like to look at them, I like to drive them. Cars help everyone get around.

But the minute you let a total idiot get behind a Holden Statesman fully tricked out with big wheels and blinding chrome they think they're a god. I don't appreciate cars like that right up my arse, with their big V8 engine revving, trying to make me break the law for them. How about you take your big engine and shut it up your pee hole. I've had a fucking banana smoothie thrown at my car, I've been blocked from turning onto my street by wankers, I've been tooted at and given the finger because I obey the road rules and because my car is small. No, my four straight cylinders can't match your V8, but I'm not the one going to total my car trying to show how fucking powerful I am to the 'common' folk. And when you try to overtake me and you're on the other side of the road I'm going to speed up... because I'm a whore like that. Spite is my weapon. I hope one day I'll make someone have a head on collision. The less cock heads spreading their genes around, the better, really. :)

I don't fucking get why people think they own the road. If someone is going slower than the speed limit I'll let the know kindly to speed the fuck up. But when I'm doing the speed limit and on the verge of losing my licence I don't want some arrogant wog with this rip off brand name sunnies and blonde, bimbo trophy wife screaming abuse at me (which I can't hear) through my rear vision mirror.

Back the fuck off my arse. Swear to god everyone will feel better.

Puddle of mudddd.

I like to organise. I like to budget. I like control.

Because out there... outside of my room, I have no control.

and it scares the SHIT outta me.

Apathy at it's FINEST.

I'm in a weird place right now.
I want to drive fast. I want to throw it all away.
I want to be drunk and sleep.
I just can't give two fucks right now.

Please give us 5 minutes alone.

Have you ever woken up and realised there aren't much people out there that care that you actually woke up?

Have you ever tried to go back to sleep and realise you need someone to hold you, but there's no one there.

Just the cold side of the bed.

Sometimes.

Sometimes it's hard to tell is you really look like a size ten or if people are just being nice.

Sometimes it's hard to tell whether what you're feeling is pain or whether, because of the numbness, any feeling at all automatically means pain. Is this hurting? Or is it all in my head?

Sometimes it's hard to say no when you know there won't be anyone there to back you up.

Sometimes it's hard to smile when your mouth won't move that way.

I can hear my phone ringing when it's not.

Sometimes being alone can destroy us. Other times it can make us stronger. It's becomes confusing when we don't know how lonliness is affecting us.

Until it's too late.

Fuck the baby boomers.

I don't get why I get the stink eye from older ladies.

It's only while I'm driving. I'm not a bad driver. I'm not a good driver either but I don't deserve the shit I get from old ladies.

Is that how they treat all P platers? No need to be condescending towards us because of that 10cm x 10cm square on our windscreens.

Yeah, ok, my music is a little loud, yeah ok the lyrical content tends to be about death. Deal with it.

I vow to never suck as an adult. So far... so good.