This place is too small, there's no room for mistakes.

It's wierd how the world works, it keeps changing, like people. Maybe the world is a person, but a different type of person.
It's wierd how fast time travels.

Last Thursday night at work, I had a mum and two teenagers about a year or two younger than me come through, the mum was very nice to me, she was smiling and kept on calling me "sweet heart".....I knew something was up, then she said "you have the most beautiful lips". It made my insides warm, and her two daughters were like "yeah they are so pretty, we've been starring at it while you were working", and I'm the kind of person who doesnt take compliments well so I kindly said "thankyou" and smiled, and hope to God I go to Hell.

I then told mum and my sister and they stared at my lips for a while....they didn't say much, I hardly remember.


And you know the feeling you get when you've done something wrong......the thing is I've done too many wrongs. And the feeling you get when you want to kill someone, this is how I would do it :

1. get a baseball bat and hit the living shit out of them, keep hitting them even though they are unconcious and that their face is bloody.
2. grab an ax and start cutting through their bones.
3. then run a truck over them a few times, until the person is a complete mess.
4. chop their bodies and place it into a large pot.
5. make soup.
6. feed it to the pigs.
7. then the person's body is turn into feces.


There's no room for mistakes.