Do you think that I’m a bad guy?

Sometimes I want to give up and cry.

I don’t understand how people can be so selfish.

If I ran this world everybody would be rich.

Nobody would live paycheck by paycheck barely making it.

There would be nobody sleeping under a bridge unless they just wanted to.

I don’t know why everybody is living so secretly.

I’m happy with my life right now.

I don’t know if I’ll be happy with my life tomorrow.

I guess I’ll see when I wake up.

Just because I write down my feelings doesn’t make me depressed.

I just need to get this junk off my chest.

I act sometimes like I’m self-righteous like I can’t do any wrong.

I just don’t want to do the things that you do.

I want to be my own man; I don’t want to follow you.

I guess I just need to grow up and act my age.

I have to remember everybody has an opinion about something.

So I shouldn’t get mad when people tell me the wrong something.

I wish me and Carrie was humping.

I know I’m a sick perverted freak.

I’m not too perverted because I don’t want a sexual harassment charge against me.

I wish this year would hurry up and go by.

I wonder what life would be like if I died.

I’m just curious I’m not going to kill myself or anything like that.