Yet another coma.

I have just come out of a fucking coma. I was told that I jumped off a four story building. I am not sure why on earth I would do such a thing. I am no longer a paramedic. And of course while I was in a damn coma I couldn't pay the rent...so I have to find a new home. I am becoming extremely violent. Skylar is pregnant. This is good of course because the housing problem is settled. Her house is small but oddly spacious. I wonder what we should name it. Joshua is a cool name but what if it's a girl. I don't think I could handle a girl. All that pink stuff and dolls and shit. The setup is all messed up on this computer. I can't believe these places don't update to something higher then Windows '97. It's bad enough that they're using Windows. So...um...my Ipad broke so I have to use the shitty computers at libraries and restaurants. I have literally nothing else to say. My head seriously burst open like a watermelon on the pavement. I don't like watermelon. I look dumb. I am always trying to look okay but it's sort of hard to do with a plate built into my skull. I wish they would've taken a picture of my brain. I've seen my share of brains but it still wouldve been interesting to see my own brain. It's also quite hard to type with this damn cast on my slightly more dominant left hand. My eyes are red now. Kilos. Seven. Hurt. Moon. Love. STUPID. HATE. ANGER. PAIN. DIE. THE END. I don't think I'll be writing on here as much as I used too.