The Art Of Unhappiness

Same shit, different day. Its an uneventful, boring, fucked-up day. Came home last night to find out that my room had been searched...by my parents. 2 packs of Ciggies is gone, not in my bag anymore. Needless to say, it was confiscated. Got Fucked all over the shop the moment I woke up today. Refused to speak to anyone, refused to explain anything, for the entire day, I just locked myself in my room, sleeping, reading, sleeping, reading...
FUCK THE WORLD! FUCK OFF! If you are not happy with reading this profanities filled ENTRY, then go FUCK YOURSELF cuz I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY SHIT!
" I REALLY DONT CARE HOW ANYBODY VIEWS ME, CUZ WHAT I EAT DONT MAKE U SHIT, SO WHY IS THERE A BAD TASTE IN UR MOUTH. "