Kill me, Kill me now. That's what I think most of the time. (Blogger's note: Most of this blog is written spontaneously by an amateur blogger. Pay no heed). I just had another one of those great conversations with my Mom about where my life is going. Just graduated from college and dont have anything to do. Heard blogging was a way to vent my feelings. No expert blogging. Just writing stuff and dont even care if anyone reads them. Will write or update intermittently if not ever. This might as well be my first and last post.
Call me Sunkasso. Dont know the meaning of Sunkasso and I dont care. The origin of this word I shall mention later (or not, why dont u guys guess?). Now why do I want someone to kill me? Because I dont think I can do it myself or I am scared by the saying that people who commit suicide go to hell. Why do I want to die? Beacause nothing I imagined myself becoming oneday has come true. Of course I have to admit that I did nothing whatsoever to try and fulfill my goals. Infact I was raised to beleive that if I just live my life and wait I would eventually attain whatever I wanted. Without dropping into profanity I would like to say I just took my life and handed it to be raped by a serial rapist.
Will post more details next time, it seems my browsing time is up. {Fucking Queues and Fucking small allowance).
Later
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