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Diary entry forty four
 
I'm being criticized, I'm I'm completely unsure why. I'm when I'm unsure of
something I chant my mantra: "People are idiots" and draw pictures of naked
ladies.
 
Let me say something that I said last time, which people may not have
listened too. Or read properly. I don't think styles matter too much, not
so much as the person that is doing them. I can't believe that there are
people that argue this, who cares? I end up saying this again and again, it
just doesn't matter as so much as what you do in routine - skills are skills
no matter what you call them collectively.
 
All that focusing on one single aspect means is that you neglect other aspects.
 
For the love of Cereal I'm not saying that some styles are good and that
some are bad, I'm kind of confused of how people got to that conclusion.
I don't want to talk like this - like me lecturing the public, for two
reasons
 
1. Nobody actually reads this. The public have better things to do.
2. If anyone does read this, chances are they've heard me going on like this
for weeks.
 
IT'S BORING- SHUT UP
 
I'm still very sick. Sick in the head, which sounds cool. Wow! Liam sure is
sick in the head!
 
But seriously folks, I just haven't felt good. I just feel mind numbingly
depressed. I have no energy, at all. I just lay in bed thinking negatively
for hours. And then some more hours. Then I think dirty thoughts because I'm
eighteen and I allowed too - but then I go back to being depressed. Really, it's scary - I end up collapsing against a wall and breathing like a madman with asthma. Seeing stars, crapping blood, the same ol'.
I'm gonna stop training for a bit, which is about two weeks overdue.
 
Rest, write some pretentious teenage poetry, think about girls in dirty ways to
exercise my power over them and cackle loudly because I'm insane and I can
do stuff like that. Smash some mirrors, knock over some tables, bite my
nails.
 
I was thinking of coming home to England nice and early, being as ill as I
am. (I am quite scarily ill by the way, don't let my cheerfulness disappoint
you.) getting some help in England for free, in case something pretty bad is
wrong with me. I have health insurance though- hmmm.
 
God, really- I just don't get it. I feel WEEEIEIIRD
 
Reader: You are weird.
 
Liam: damn
 
Reader: Hey Liam, most people won't get the reference to the Beano
comic strip , and if they do they'll probably misinterpret it because nobody
actually reads what you say in any detail they just pick out certain easy to
understand words, they just want to cause conflict because conflict is
funnier that consensus. Reader's will eventually realise that they're not
saying this, and that in fact you're writing it.
 
Liam: Good point. I'm schizophrenic, I'm depressed, my head feels weird, and I like Idlewild.
Is there no hope for me? Find out next time. Or find something better to do. Really, there are better
things to do, like self abuse, using heavy drugs, drinking excessively,
attempting a chickenrun without a car of your own, parachuting from an
moving car, playing Kerblunk using your own throat and several long needles,
and watching Triple X.
 
Maybe not the last one.
 
INSIDE MY HEAD LALALALLALALALALALALALALALALALA
INDSDIDE MY HE-E-E-AD
YEAH YEAH
 
 

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