Why do I still come to this site... Is it to linger on the past and keep thinking about what I used to be, what I used to have. Or am I just miserable because my new path isn't as pleasant as this one was

It's been 3 years since I posted a poem... and a little more than a year since a quote. I never remember why I visit this site. YouTube is my PaQ now

I'm so awesome... I float around in my awesomeness sometimes thinking about it while I sleep. Then I wake up and look in a mirror...

Sometimes you have to shoot someone to make them believe they aren't a god.

I dont care how cool or nerdy you are, whenever you had an etch-a-sketch and shook it up to clean it up you looked like an idiot while shaking it

The second you doubt is the second you die

I find myself feeling so un-alive, for as long as I've been conscious I've never broken a bone, been stabbed/shot, severely burned, or even beaten up, sometimes i feel i need to tell my ego "Hey, you're not invulnerable, but you are strong"

Why is it when a woman meets you, she knows she likes you but doesn't express it, and every guy is expected to know she likes him

You wanna know whats pi**ing me off...

what if he DIDNT go to jared???

"dont hate the player, dont hate the game... hate yourself for getting played"

got from someone else on PaQ