mannnorexic

WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE!?

I cant stop thinking bout him (and by him, i obviously mean my hot dad, duh) just knowing hes always there but just out of reach forces the contants of my stomach up each time. Oh wait, that's me. I ordered a hot dog from Nathan's and all i could think about was my dad's juicy cock. my mother is dead and i wish i could be too so i dont have to deal with the pain my dad inflicts on my ass. but i like it. decaying beneath the cold hard ground, my rotting flesh being eaten by god's awful creatures, is the only place i really, truly belong. last night he came into my room at like 4:30 and poured mayonaise all over me and starting licking me all over. at first i was freaked out but then i realized that it's what i wanted all along. at least that's what dad says. dad says next time hes using peanut butter even though i'm fatally allergic, i don't care cuz it will be worth it. the other day i couldn't stop thinking about my (DEAD!)mom, it made me so upset. even after all these years, im still not over it. just remembering that day where that goat ripped her cheek off, thinking it was hay; she lost too much blood, which i later drank to drown my sorrows (and internal organs), and the rest is history.
lol, jk
this is how she really died:
we were on our way to church one sunday morning and relized there was an on-coming car and my mother didnt stop and we crashed; but luckly for me her excess of cellulite (and breast) cushoned me from flying through the windshield. I barely even moved! unfortunately for her though her top half jolted forward and bottom half jolted back and some how her head got shoved and wedged up her own anus; she suffocated. by the time the fire department shoved her head out, it wasn't a pretty sight, as you can imagine (brown's not really her color).
I started my first day of school today. there was this really cute guy i saw named Mug, i didnt get his last name. i tried to talk to him but he knew i was an extreme faggot, and didnt talk back. next period i went up to him asking him what his problem was and he kicked me in the testes really hard. I instantly shat myself, talk about humiliating. i quickly ran to the restroom, but i wasnt quick enough. I looked behind me to find Mug slipping on the diarreah face first. he probably thinks im weird but i dont care cuz hes really cute. but, this morning when i went to go pee, nothing came out but blood and penal fluids (and little lung bits).
gotta go have a cheez-it break!
brb guys

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