Defining Moments of My Life
it\'s not a delusion if you make it come true

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it\'s not a delusion if you make it come true
o7.14.o2 6:55 a.m.

ok what's going to keep me alive through the summer (hopefully?) is this idea I got where I think I can get published, as in a real company will give me a book deal/pay for my crap. First off let me remind you that to me, it's not a delusion if you make it come true.... So, I got this plan where I'm gonna type up all the fucked up defining moments in my life. Like the stories I type up in here. I got a million I haven't shared yet (you're saying "oh joy"). Why do I think any publishing company would give me money or a book deal for this garbage? Because it would all lead up to a promised "media event" so large that my book would stay on the best sellers list for years. Imagine if Charles Manson had a book of poetry out before the Tate/LaBianca murders happened. Then during the trial EVERYONE would have bought his poetry book, just to see how fucked up he really was. This is sort of what I'm goin for here. Believe me, I can get more high profile than some skanky-pregnant-wife of a rapist-or whatever Polanski did-.... so yeah, that's what I'm gonna occupy myself on for the rest of the summer. It's a good thing I took Creative Writing twice in high school. We went over the formula for getting published, writing for a market etc. And I just thought Creative Writing was good for getting high/shooting up when she'd let us go wander the school grounds looking for "inspiration". I found it alright.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


AFTER


WHAT'S MY NAME?!?