MissTari

I wont complain about socks on the floor Wont say a word about milk spilled on the table Wouldnt dream to pretend words could hurt me Never when it is empty Never when it is pain Never when it is loss, misery, lonely.. love First poem in months.. listens to Type O Negative far too much, cry's far too much, neglects myself too much.. when was the last time i took a shower? paranoia stalking me, depressia showing her face.. without pills, without him.. i am.. nothing.

I'm going to write a book with that name. To the subject: I play too much WoW. I'm starting to divide people not by Friends/enemys anymore, now i divide them by the simple system Fucktards/Fuckups. Fucktards are people like me; we fuck things up, but we dont enjoy it a bit, we weep, and cry sorry. An Ultra-Fucktard like me, will never get a invite anywhere. Ordinary fucktards tend to manage their lives good, without too much gaming-interference. And we have Fuckups. Fuckups are people you never want to meet. They are horrible, hateful, elitist-bastards. Shuriken on them all!  :ninjastar: I will rape your women and eat your children!

trying to get some paintings done. but i really dont feel like it. Living at real home again. having tons of books everywhere. my cat is running around me.. i dont know if i feel or if it's just pretend. i tried to get my knight-painting finished.. no. that comic-real style doesnt work for me without assloads of work. and that is nothing i want right now.. WoW i guess. i will go there, and as usual, quest without anyone.