I Don’t Think I Like You Already

Article by Ryan Matthew

When you get up in the morning (ya know, lift your ass off the couch or coffee table you found yourself on) do you know you’re cool?  Does it work like that?

I woke up on a counter top in my bathroom this morning.  This kind of craziness seldomly happens but sometimes… you just know.

I had dried blood on my shorts but none anywhere on my face, arms, chest–and I don’t think I was raped. =/ That’s not good.

I opened a blog to pour my thoughts on various subjects, mostly about myself, my life.  I just want to see if anyone else thinks about shit like I do.  When a friend tells me one thing I assume they’re lying and hate me.
This is going to be a fun ride.  Welcome.  Leave me alone and call me tomorrow…