Hi.
Somebody (one of my uncles) accidently read this blog. Read the past five posts or so and understand my horror.
Okay, now that you got that..it happened because he googled my frickin name. This was somewhat disturbing. My dad said I had to make sure this never happened again. Or else he will prevent me from having this.
So.
I apologize to all those concerned, but I'm going to have to password protect this freak.
The password is FUNK. relay that to anyone who may be concerned. I'm sorry, theres nothing I can do, my dad is almighty.
bai.
O and I am going to have to refer to myself as Hanz0r here because my real name is apparently "dangerous".
God I wish I didn't love my dad so much. Then the hate I feel for him right now probably wouldn't be quite as pure.
ACK.
no quote. Feeling tense.

I have no control over my mouth. I've been hitting myself in the forehead and yelling "BAD BRAIN!" almost more than I breathe. Almost.
Death...
Cake..
I can't think anymore. I need an intrusive thought muzzle. I feel like writing a horror movie. I think I could in this state. I get a lot of creepy thoughts that need to be laced into a plot.
A child looks at her digital alarm clock. 11:59. Why can't she get to sleep? A sudden chill runs down her spine. She looks back to the clock. No numbers..just the word "hello". The alarm cord strangles the child..
GODDAMNIT! Stop hannah. eek.
Losing brain..need sex...need to create..no sleep..Twitch, turn, giggle, death.
I miss Sam.
Why did you do this to me kids? I know I would have gotten caught..but still. What I'd give for one more fucking day...

"S'okay I was born fetal"-Me after being punched in the stomach.