im behind

i dont now what to do. i want to record but its to late and im behind on this thing called life. i dont now what to do....maybe i will right. ive been coming up with stories now but like there kinda like horror stories and it creeps me out like fucking,"wtf why am i thinking this." and i really dont want to right it down because like it might be creeperererererer if you know whats i means. but yea i think im gonna fucking like writing stories or short stories when i aint gots shit to do. maybe i will take pico's advice and go to bed. but my eyes arent heavy yet and its still sunny out(my eyes are drouping and it is 12:34 as we speak wilson) wtf is wrong with me wilson. im insane and tired and bored and fucking fucked and i want to do so much in life at this moment but i cant because i just cant.......what should i do.....fuck........shit.....as in the words of gabe fihatta,bitchshitassholeandbitchhead....what now...and that isnt to you wilson. why am i talking to a computer or a figure of my imagination thinking that one day you will talk back and you probaly will in the future. will im glad this isnt myspace or molly the ukillaly player hasnt found this because i dont want to forget about you wilson.
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