Oh. Apparently I hit 1.5 million words on all my books at least a couple of weeks back. But who cares, right? Fucking nobody. Someone I know got a fucking party for writing 50,000 of some book thing she’s apparently been doing for years. 50,000? I’ve done it in a weekend. And of a better standard, guaranteed. Where is my recognition. Fucking nowhere. I should throw all my notebooks into a fire. Put a hammer through my laptop screen. You know sometimes I feel like killing someone and screaming ‘THERE! DOES ANYONE IN MY FAMILY GIVE A SHIT NOW?’ I’ve nothing against murderers. I know what they’ve felt.

Oh, ok, so I buy a shirt and I get deleted off Facebook? Whatever. Just quit it. It hurts. Every time we talk you drive me insane. I’m upset you’re gone but…nothing is going to make this better.

Bye bye now. I’m sorry you’re that jealous of my stuff.

There really needs to be a Tumblr for iPad.

Look at my sushi.

LOOK AT IT. IT TOOK SO MANY MILLION HOURS.

fuckyeahreligionpigeon:

This site is hilarious.  Take some time to read through it all and check out some of the names of the pastors.

There’s a man called Anus Rektal on there.

Who in any mental state would call their child ‘Anus’?