would you fancy some bullshit next to your coffee, sir?

Hello,
My name is Mathew  , I'm 15 and currently a single, lifeless and an unemployed piece of human ball. Ive been around blogs for a while and it struck me that no guy my age has a blog. Well, maybe there are some boys writing their butts off somewhere in the world but either they are too ashamed to let the world know they are, or the name of their blog does not shine, saying " I'm a gold digger", enough for me to double click their link on Google. Yes, I Googled.

Hence, it is time for Mat to take out the electronic clear keyboard (lies) and write about his life. BLAH.
Done with third person(more LIES).

Is it just me or is it getting hot by the minute? It's the second day of June and I'm resting in a couch potato pose (it would be pretty stupid of me to mention that im on the couch ,hence the special adjusted pose?) . I am wearing a navy blue old sweatshirt, it's part of my school uniform so it is comfy as navy blue sweatshirt could be! Everything outside looks like its melting, the roses are screaming with horrified eyes, the grass is begging for forgiveness and the sun just smirks with delight and I, I am inside making a face to the sun teasing its UV rays with my sweatshirt. As we engage in a fierce staring contest , I know for a fact that I cant beat the sun and its stupid uneducated little UV Rays children and that I'll have to say goodbye to my favorite sweatshirt very soon, indeed. Here you go, fact number one about me, I hate the summer here in ------.

You know how people don't want to give out their location because they are afraid of stockers and  pedophiles? Well, I have a whole different reason to keep anyone who's reading this from mastering my whereabouts and it happens to be the fact that the place I come from holds a bad reputation for many political, social and economical reasons and I don't want any of this to affect my style of writing just yet , I think I'll reveal everything about me at some point, but now, when I'm just building up the courage to write my dumb "shit" here, I think I want to keep somethings to myself after all. Its only palatable.
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5087327186 days later

I think, For some odd reason that the subconscious of your mind is very very very ill when all you think about is how you manage to pull the strength to actually think. To actually function. After months in the depression closet I think its time I recover from the big subconscious -nal car accident or something like that. you know, I was used to being the little detail in my own life, the small embellishment, I was really used to being the subordinate element in my own pitiful life. I stopped for a minute. I grabbed my stupid head with my clumsy chunky blobs of  hands (I like how it doesnt make sense when Im writing stuff at 1 am..) and I hated what Ive done. I hated the fact Im such a loser and a poser and a depressed fuck head . And you, you who came to enjoy your cup of whole grained coffee or some other bullshit while reading me ,  now you head over to the escape button because this reminds you oh too clearly of your own life , so I say. What do I say? I say we screw depression lets get rid of  the complaints and shut up. We find a gal , we find a friend , we read a book, we quit checking our indie pose just for a quick look to see if we aren't trying hard enough to fool ourselves in the process. And we try, we try our best not to forget to experience as much as we can in this short pathetic life. And who knows? I might be gone tomorrow. Or like in 2 minutes because I trip over the charger get hit by the metal part of the sofas leg , hit my head really hard, bleed, get up to get some ice and a towel , I run into a green dotted snake ad then it bites my ear off and I start running with pain and then I get run\ran (brain aint functioning) over by a drunk teenage boy such as myself and die.

Night folks. No I have no Point in anything I ever say but stick with me or something because Im vital and crucial and very very much alive. I think, but I see a snake. No, wait, its my toe.

ML