Ink Blots

It depresses me that I will not live to the year 2222. Two Thousand Two Hundred Twenty Two. A bit of a mouth full I tell ya. No, I wont live to that age. I was born too early. Too Too early. ::sigh::

Hunger is a rage that burns deeply inside me. HAHAHAHA, what am I talking about? Oh, I know. I'm hungry, and that pisses my stomach off.