Fuck it I’m posting shit at midnight.

I am confused of whether I am depressed or not. Truly confused. Maybe I should attempt the brainwashing that I’m depressed again as to be normal again. What’s a good site to look for suicide methods that’s iPhone compatible so I can copy n paste the words and pictures and whatnot of the methods as I will be offline on weekdays. (Hope I can get high with friends soon). I have depressing quotes and how to make bongs and pipes, how to build a pipe bomb (for defensive and possibly a last resort and explosive suicide.) I am bored of this life. I don’t want to sleep as I want to keep researching shit on the internet and fill my mind with useful shit instead of useless shit like US History and English. Unless there’s a high school weapon maintenance and proper handling class as anything like an elective or required class. Switch my art class (I hate art) for weapon maintenance. Allow me to join a class on how to reduce the stresses of war. How about a conspiracy theorist class. I would enjoy doing a research project and plenty of essays on that class. Give me a fucking reason to live. (you don’t know if I have a gun, nor a knife, pills, even the supplies to make a pipe bomb. I may have access to gunpowder and sulfur, two components in many bombs. Or have toilet bowl cleanser and a substitute for bath sulfur to make hydrogen sulfide for suicide (probably not going to use a suicide method but it’s good to know.) I know that the dark knight didn’t really do the end of the world thing as I hoped dearly for, but it’s all right. Well too bad I guess I’m going to bed as it’s 12:20 and school tomorrow. End of the first quarter and failing half my classes, nothing changed, going to continuation. I told myself this year would be different I would try harder. Broke my own promise. Maybe I need all standard classes. Fuck this world. 1 person doesn’t equal 100,000 people, unless he or she is a representative for others with similar attributes, disorders, diseases, any statistical data. One person may be able to make a difference but not me. I forgot what I was going to write. Stupid iPhone gets to the bottom of the screen and goes up and spellchecks me every fucking minute. Let me say shit instead of shot you piece of shit. Suicide is key, we deserve to die. We deserve to die

We deserve to die…
We deserve to die…
We deserve to die…
We deserve to die…
We deserve to die…
We deserve to die…
We deserve to die…
We desire to die…
We desire to die…
We desire to die…
We desire to die…

We desire to die… Fuck my life, this shitty life. Rogue take over me and make me join the others (the original Suicide project members that have already suicided.) in death.

TO ALL YOU SUICIDE PROJECT USERS. ADD YOUR PICTURE TO THE MEDIA IN SUICIDE PROJECT AND ANYTHING ABOUT SELF HARM AND ANYTHING VALUABLE TO YOU. DONT YOU WANT US TO REMEMBER YOU FOR SOMETHING. BLACKQWERTY, ADD YOUR PICTURE AND WRITE YOUR ORIGINAL MAME WITH IT. (Dr Dolittle/blackqwerty)

Goodnight to all you beautiful girls. Te amo siempre. Nunca orvidas esto (I will always love you never forget that) I enjoy talking to girls mostly (mostly due to my loneliness, and my muteness as I have social anxiety and shyness. Text me to learn everything about me if you want as I am gullible and easy to tell you my deepest secrets. (805)263-8123. (I would love it if you did.) just text me your username and then real first name and say “I’m from SP”

Goodnight.
@biscuit: hope you live happy life soon. At least be happy for a month or longer.