Meet Diana F+
In an attempt to satisfy my alter-egos, I’m going to start blogging. But, blogging is tough when you don’t have a life. Seriously, I have no friends. I think it’s hilarious how I can post a bulletin saying “Will you be my fake wife?” and get about 50 replies, yet I have no real friends that I can hang out with on a Friday night. At least not in Las Vegas (EDIT: With the exception of one which I haven’t seen in months. I love my friends back home, don’t be offended if you’re reading this). In a way, my egotism is a desperate attempt to cure my scarring loneliness. The weird thing is, I actually hate attention. I hate my birthday. I tremble at the fact that I could one day be famous. Yet, it’s still my dream. I’d rather be famous after I die though.

My life is as simple as 1-2-3. Simple is a huge understatement.

  1. School: I wake up at 6am and self-medicate with ridiculous amounts of caffeine. I hate every class except for music appreciation.
  2. Girlfriend: I met her at my first blink-182 show this summer. Yes, I fell in love with the girl at the rock show. She also lives on the other side of the world. We are both convinced we met at a previous life.
  3. Music: It keeps me alive. Without music, I would have killed myself 2 years ago (I’m serious).

If you’ve read this much, then you’re awesome and you just might care about my music. Unfortunately, I go to school and I fucking hate it. It holds me back from doing what I love. But I will try to record a song next Wednesday. I also need to record a Christmas song that I wrote. It’s not exactly the happiest Christmas song in the world. Here’s a line from it: Life’s a game of Russian roulette and you don’t know who’s next. Charming, eh? It goes from depressing, to cheerful, depressing again, cheerful again, holy fuck I don’t want to die, ends cheerfully.

Oh and please, do not feel sorry for my loneliness. I’ve managed to brainwash myself to think that it’s what’s best for me. I don’t want too many distractions.

Lyric and song of the day:
I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done, proud of myself and the loner i’ve become. You’re free to whine. It will not get you far. I do just fine, my car and my guitar.