This may be out of the blue, but I don't care because I wanna say it.

Love ya, people. Thanks for sticking around with me throughout this rollercoaster I call my crazy life and, above all, for being my friends. Some select few of you out there know who you are, and I just wanted to say thanks for being there.

In the words of my idol and guitar hero, Peace, Love, Empathy

It's the 5th of April. If you're a fan of grunge music and you lived during 1994 as a Nirvana fan, then you'll know that this is quite a dark and sad day for those people, myself included.

Today marks the day that Kurt Cobain, the frontman of Nirvana, died before being found just three days later.

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Voice in my head: You must finish writing the story, so do it now. Don't pick up your guitar because you know you'll get distracted when you need to work. Otherwise, it'll be constantly annoying you.

Me: Must finish story, must finish story... *looks at guitar and pick it up after being taunted by it* ...turns amplifier back on and plugs in the guitar.

Currently: God dammit! I said I wasn't because it's easy to give in, but it's too hard to resist!

I know I've been wrong and I've done wrong, and there's something that has bothered me for quite some time.

I've had friends in the past, sure, but as I grew up, I came to believe that one thing I don't feel I deserve is the friendship of others. I know it painfully well, and I can't take anything back.

Half the time, I wonder why anyone would like to be either friends or associated with me in the slightest.

Okay, fine, I admit it!

My name to some is Dan or Sir Danneth, if you're one of my family members, but here's my real nickname -

LadyBoy

Yeah, I'm pretty shameless...

Sorry to not be sorry, but when I'm gone from home, I'm afraid I'm gone for good. I honestly can't wait for the day when I can be free from it all and leave it all behind. When stubborn is mixed with stupidity and sarcasm with a 'healthy' dosage of narcissism, the cocktail it makes should be called a 'shitstorm', and I'm afraid I'm living in the middle of it all.

My uncle is a scum bag, in the highest and most strongest sense of the word.

I won't go into details, but the things he has done and the stuff that he has said to my family, I can't even describe the amount of disgust and hate I have for him. Right there, in that 'human being', there is nothing worthy of respect.

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I love your eyes,
I love your nose,
I love your smell,

Why...why must you be a labrador?!

This isn't something I've been feeling lately, people, but for once, I'm going to talk about it and say it how it is.

I'm kinda upset right now.

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I had a really strange dream where I remember one part being a segment during some kind of concert with the presenters from Top Gear, James May, Richard Hammond and Jeremy Clarkson, playing a guitar together. One after the other, they played the song and sang lyrics to it, and as it went down the line and got to Clarkson, he didn't play.

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