Hell

General asshats, Oakland Raider Fans
Circle I Limbo

DMV Employees
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

PETA Members, Rednecks
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

George Bush, Scientologists
Circle IV Rolling Weights

The New York Yankees, Osama bin Laden
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

Rush Limbaugh, Militant Vegans
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

The Pope, Steve Jobs
Circle VII Burning Sands

Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

Glenn Beck, Republicans
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

Woe is Me.

I have nothing to show for my life except the admiration of those closest to me. It's enough for me, but, when does that end? When do I begin to live for myself?

When do I stop partying and start taking life seriously?

I've stopped pursuing any romantic relationships. I feel like I should lock that door and throw away the key. It just doesn't matter to me anymore because everything I've ever wanted was taken from me, and I want what I can't have.

Time alone kills me.

I have a new dream. I hope that some day, my brothers and I write and direct movies together. We'd be great at it. I also want to manage my friends' Daniel Alcaraz, and Steven Thompson's future fighting careers.

I miss blind optimism. I miss having my hopes up and thinking there was no possible way things could go wrong.

I revel in a better yesterday, and dream for a better tomorrow.