AAAaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhh *twitch*

godamn evrythin *flinch* gunna kill sum1, need fag but not gunna. cant think properl along the same line guna beat the guy next 2 me with the mouse *thud* he didnt like that kl; wanna fag grrrrrrr damn life slighty on edge and tense and need nicotine, AAAAAAaaaahahhhhhh *throws shoe at guy in corner* shutup damn townie im not twitchin at all.....will kill evry1 in room with rusty pencil and dance on their stationary graves *bud dum cheeesch* god that was lame that would of got put in the reject pile for christmas cracker jokes, then stole by the penguin company while the security guy was out for a fag......gadmndamn it i had 2 think about it didnt i aaaarrrrrggghghhghghghghghhghghghg i think my sanity has gone for a wander leaving this twitchy fuck in control of the the keybord, and now he's talkin about himself in the third person he's a few raisins short of a fruitcake the loon, oh yes insulting yourself is a great way to prove your sanity dumbass, ok now ive lost track of which perspective is talkin/insultin to the other i give up, thats right u do cos ur a quitter u cant even be arsed 2 smoke any more u cant commit to anything, not smoking, not talking to yourself, not even sanity.....

ahhh feel alot better now the cravings gone sorry for the pointless slightly loopey journal but as u might have guessed im givin up smokin and i go abit wierd when im desperate for a fag.........................toodle pipski