Can you believe I have 92 page views?

And that as of your reading this, I have at least 93? How on earth could anyone possibly find this blog? Why on earth would anyone read it? Most of the people that have accidentally clicked on a link and doubtless scurried away at the first mention of my personal life were from the USA, the shittiest country in the world. It just figures, since this blog is written in English, and also because because they're invading Syria, and eventually Iran. I've had a handful of accidental-link-clickers from other countries, but it amounts to about 1 per state-sized European/Asian country, so it's certainly nothing to write home about. But looking at that map of the world and seeing all those green, activated countries was kind of nice...

So I'll tell you what. The exact moment I have at least one visitor from every country, including (especially) North Korea, I will kill myself, and no one will ever accidentally find this blog again. Agreed? Good. For those of you who wish to erase all internet-related traces of my existence, to 4chan you go.

Changed My Mind: Fuck the World

So my girlfriend of two years and I just broke up. Big whoop. I'm the first man ever to have felt this way, I know. Yep, feels fuckin' great to be cheated on. All women are thoughtless, impulsive, blackhole-cunts, with nothing more on their shallow, simple minds other than filling the world with their equally worthless spawn. God, I can't wait until doomsday. Maybe I'll just get impatient and off myself. I was lying in bed (actually, in my hammock) a few moments ago, fantasizing about the feeling of a bullet in my brain. Hopefully, it would actually kill me. Otherwise, I might end up a homeless retard.

I've come to the conclusion that I must never date again. This is because, out of the three long-term relationships I've had, there has been something horribly wrong with each successive girl. Either I have the worst taste in women possible, or there's something seriously wrong with any woman who'd want to have sex with me. Either way, I'm fucked.

Girl #1: A conniving slut who ditched me for a filthy rich guy, then came crawling back to me after he ditched her for someone more attractive. What a wonderful world we live in.

Girl #2: This girl was actually pretty cool! We played gears of war together (she was an excellent gamer), she was really sweet... and she was a heavy-duty cutter. Like suicidal. And before we dated, she let a dog fuck her.

Girl #3: I don't even know where to start with this monkey-slut. It started out with me just wanting to get laid. Then I couldn't get rid of her. Then, after years of being together, I finally came to trust and respect her, which is right about the moment she got underneath another guy.

So how about it, ladies? Do any of you care about anything besides fashion and sex? This is the vibe I'm getting from the three rather pathetic LTR's (plus a lot of one monthers, one night stands, etc from my college years) I've had, and the music ya'll generally like doesn't do a whole lot to change my mind on the matter. Anyways, fuck you, I'm going to sleep. Cunt.