you know what, I'm just gonna say "fuck it". it has never been about me. too scared to write and publish, to scared to say what I want to say, too scared to live how I want to live. I guess I was just raised by this way. or I guess I'm just hiding behind this filthy excuse, blaming my mother or father. all is in the past now. now, I, like most of you, do not know where the fuck do I go next. I'm angry. angry at my neighbor, angry at my roommate, angry at my mom, angry at myself. this...