Woe is me

Author: captain_laserpants

Date: February 21, 2004

The struggling artsit ponders his existence...
What am I doing here? What is the purpose of this life? No one understands me. No one loves me. I'll never amount to anything
He makes a decision...
What's the use? I should just kill myself. I hate this world, filled with hate and violence. What's my reason for living? I bet no one will even miss me.
...that is beaten out by his short attention span.
HOLY CRAP! IM MISSING FULL HOUSE!!! ... what am I doing with this knife? Did I want a sandwich?