Back from hunting camp.

Well the one week of getting my bowhunter's liscence, my minors firearms liscence, and passing the hunter's education test which will allow me to get my WIN card (which I need to go hunting) gave me time to think over a lot of stuff. I'm serious about a lot. A week of losers from Edmonton and jerkoffs from Nowhereville gives you plenty of space to just think about your life.

I have a girlfriend, but I don't talk to her. She gives HAND JOBS to random schmucks, she is, in lamens terms, a slut. I know, I shouldn't be saying this about my own girlfriend, but honestly, who gives a fuck. Not me. Not her. Her ex boyfriend called her a slut to her face, and she dated him for three weeks. I don't know what to do, cause I like about...five other girls. I have relationship issues. With everyone. My friends, my girlfriend, my family. Ugh. I hate people. But if you're thinking right now "Darren, don't go kill yourself..." then you're wrong. I just hate people. There's no way I'm putting a gun to my head and pulling the trigger. I'd just be a statistic then, I'd just be one of the people that committed suicide in Canada this year with a firearm. That's the leading amount of deaths in Canada from firearms actually. Suicide. I'm not becoming a statistic.

I am too fucking happy. I enjoy life, yet hate people.

If there's anyone out there who can tell me what the fuck is the matter with me, please speak now.

Satanist, Goth, Adolescent, Anarchist, Darwinist.
Who the fuck's complaining.