I know none of you know me in person. No one in my town is online, so you’ll just have to trust me when I say that … things have been … fucked up… for a long time.
And the thing that led me to this realization about the web came after a particularly bad period.
A couple of different packs of assholes were making a project out of harassing me at school, which ended up in my beloved Discman getting broken. I came home and my brother Rori yelled at me for like an hour because our garbage disposal was broken and we needed to save money. I’d recently crushed my mom's dreams in life, and I was beginning to suspect I was going to need to reformat my hard drive. Again. On top of all that this girl had just come up and kissed me and I
It was Race Condition. A buffer overflow.
It was too much.
I was breaking things in my basement room where no one could hear me just going at it. I was breaking my things! It was real bad.
I was exhausted, I think, and without thinking, I booted up my computer, opened up Notepad, and vomited all of this shit into HTML.
I wrote about mom not coming out of her room, the stuff with dad, about Anna’s family, and my stuff with guys, the social experiments I do, and on and on, I wrote all night.
And … I…just… posted it. Without thinking.
Flushed it down the telephone line.
It wasn’t till later that I realized what I’d done
