Stuff

Day one: i'm aware this is pretty stupid

Oh shit.  Typical way to start a fucking chapter. I know.

Right now I'm on meds and that pretty much decreases my creativity. 

I hate it. It fucking sucks. 

Words used to flow through my head so smoothly...now it's a fucking fuck show.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Ok. 

I decided to write all of my pasts writings in here. Cringe, stupid, grammatically wrong- all of it. 

And it would be done in this style. 

So basically I would be writing my past diary here. 

Fuck. What am I eleven. I'm a fucking adult.

Oohhhh I cursed again and... I am not fucking sorry!!!

Yup. I'm an adult. lolol.

Yeah....

I'm totally ok. Not really? I don't know.

Ok. Not. What that really means that I haven't made attempts to kill myself...and that is great. I haven't had any thoughts on that matter either. I am strong. Jk.

I'm a free born-woman who...I' m aware that if I talk more on that topic, people will hate me so I'll stop. Jk.

Ok. (again????)My writing sucks. Sorry (for real.) It used to be better, at least I think it was, but it's worse now.

Ok. (-_-) Never mind.  My writing also used to suck but who cares. It's a loving beautiful affair of self-expression. *wriggles eyebrows*

Like I said, I can't fucking think straight. 

It's ok if I mess up because no one would want to read this. Not with the damn-awful grammar (can't say God's name) and everything else not going right in my life. 

Wow edgy. Heheheh. Hehe. HEHEHHEEHEH.

Oh god. A shitshow. 

And I don't mind.

Because here I'm fucking free. Here I can say whatever I want. A free-born non-American woman. It shall be Independence Day.