Life sucks. It always has, always will. If you find someone that actually cares about you, hang on to that person, because you've got to be the luckiest mother fucker to walk this Earth. Not many people can claim that they have friends that would die for them. I don't. And if I do--I'm one blind shit head.

But as of now--it feels like no one give a flying shit about me. I'm just convient person to rag at. Not that I mind people ragging at me, because I don't. It makes me feel very good about myself most of the time. It's just, there comes a point in which you want to be the ragger, and no one wants to listen. Happy, little Marti isn't allowed to be sad. Figures.

I'm having one hell of a writer's block that has lasted me about forever and a day. It'll probably be a little while before I post AHHP 3. Not that anyone cares, because no one reads it. But it's nice sometimes to pretend I have a following.