http://slow.writerscafe.org/thatweirddude The original writings of author that weird guy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009841 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 this makes no sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/737627/ Carter is crazyhe lost his mindhe decidedto go over the line.Naomi is a nobodyshe cries every night,not to see I am thesame way.Fisher is alwaysfucked up heis never sober,finding new waysto kill his brain.Gabby is so gloriouseveryone loves her,but if you looked underher lies you willsee why you shou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/737476/   I hate it   when I    pretend it doesn't   matterI hate it when youact like nothingis wrong.I hate it whenyou say youlove me justnot enoughto care about me.I hate you.I hate the lies.I hate their wordsand their looks.I want to drown myselfin my own painand then smile andla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/737066/   I drown myself  in your hate,  in your lies  and in your pain.I choke myselfin this graveyard I call home.I scream for youbut you aren't here.I cry in my bedand try to findmyself.I don't remember my name don't need itanyways.I left everythingwith youwhen everythingdied. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/737061/ i found this in my notebook. i wrote it in september...i decided to post it. idk why... it makes no sense, by the way. and its pretty f*****g absurd. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/729754/ a random little rant of sorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/720717/   Voices inside my head  telling me things.  Telling me how I am nothing,  how I will never bring joy  to the world.  But I tell the voices to  f**k off, I tell them to  get a life.  I tell them to bug someone  else.  I know I am something.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/720218/ a random rant/free verse/a bunch of random s**t i wrote because im bored http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/720213/   We scream and yell  at air.  We run from the  invisible monsters.  People say we are rude,  people say we are idiots.  People call us retards,  people say we don't understand  life.  But we do understand life.  We have to do something in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/720205/   You and me smoking  cigarettes in the dead  of night.  Watching cars as they  pass by.  They don't know,  they don't know the  truth.  Knowing it would  burn them too.  You and me sitting  with nothing to do.  There is no h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/720196/ My 'friend' called me a stalker, so I decided to write a little poem about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/720189/   Will you hate me  if I decided to leave?  Will you want me when  I have nothing to talk about?  Will it hurt us to see the  end of the line coming  to a stop?  Will it make us sad  when the bombs fall &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/719968/ first poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatweirddude/719934/