Do you know what is pretty stupid? I'm making a website about my life. So, why is that stupid? Well, what's stupid is the reason why I'm making a website about myself. I'm making a website about my self to talk to someone. That could only mean one thing, I don't have anyone in the world who I can tell this to. So it appears that I don't mind telling completely random strangers about my problems. But hey, I have to get it out right? You may be asking your self why I don't spend my time building relationships instead of wasting my time on the computer. I've tried, and building healthy relationships is harder than it sounds. You spend all of this time getting to know someone who you really feel might be a lifelong friend, and then they move away. Or perhaps you spend all your time excited about a new friend, until you find out that they're full of shit. Oh, yes, the joys of life.







Think about it though, cause I'm very sure I'm not the only one who find comfort on the internet. Ever asked someone something over the internet because you were afraid to say it to their face? I'm sure you have, and though in reality it's quite unmoral, it's easier. Easier perhaps, because you can't hear the tone of voice that replies, see the expression on the face that replies, and can end it all with the click of a button. Ever have deep thoughts and end up putting them on your myspace blog or nexopia in hopes that someone will read it and care? If no, then you're probably wasting your time reading this, because I feel lonely though I have friends, I feel like there's noone who really knows me, and the internet is the only thing that I can talk to without being judged, well maybe that and the wall.



So how fucking emo am I? First, I'd like to say that if you aren't even a little emo you're probably heartless, because emo stand for emotional, and if this world doesn't make you cry then you must have it pretty good. I have it pretty good, I know that. But my life can get fucked up too.







So this is my online journal, my website, a piece of my soul. Welcome, but then again, if you are going to judge me, you are not welcome.