The most artificial macaroni there ever was.

Fuck opinions, I started doing this for myself and that's the way it should stay.

    I don't really have much to say today (funny how I'm writing a blog), except for if you're going to lie, at least make it legible.

I never liked Kraft Dinner.

The End

     Well apparently my blog is laughable according to a close source, so I will most likely be stopping blogging after this. I could pretend to be all fine about it and ignore it, but I can't. Call me weak, I don't care. Being laughed at is just too degrading. 

I'll leave with this last poem posted, because right now I wish I could say it fits my life to a tee. 

Escape

"When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,

when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality

and get into the forest again,

we shall shiver with cold and fright

but things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves.

Cool, unlying life will rush in,

passion will make our bodies taut with power,

we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down,

we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper."

-D. H. Lawrence