Listening to: Korn-Coming Undone
Reading: Spawn:Blood and Salvation
Playing: Gears of War 2
Eating: chicken and dumplings
Drinking: Earl Grey
Please, take to where you live. You know, that place where everyone is happy and joyous twenty-four seven. And noone has a single worry. I beg you take me with becuase I desperately want to live where you live.
Becuase I just can't understand why you would get annoyed when you ask me" What's wrong with you?", as if I should just automaticlly burst open and just spill my skittles all over the place. I'm not like some whinny fuck who's gonna talk about ALL of his problems to anyone who'll listen. Unlike, most people I perfer to keep my problems to myself. Mostly becuase I don't depend on, or trust what most people say or do. I've been around long enough to know that people are only concerned with their own ambitions.
So why would share even a fraction of myself with anyone?It's to dangerous. People will just....eventually let you down. So, I keep everyone at a certain distance. And with good reason.
I know this is true becuase when shit isn't hitting fan, NO ONE GIVES A FLYING FUCK.You practically have to hit people with a sledge hammer just so they give a small amount of fuck about your life. Noone goes, "Hey, man what's been going on? How's life? Got any good news? Wanna get into an adventure? When ya getting married? You hitting that? How's the family?" No...I always ask those questions. All I EVER get is "What's wrong with you?"
Well, I'll tell you: I'm fuck up alright. There it is. It's mental, finacial,physical, emotional shit that no amount of pills, booze, or conversation is going to fix.
So, whenever I'm un-fucked up, and it ACTUALLY concerns you and I'm my usual jolly self again, then I'll will let you know.
And to anyone under the age of 17, if you have the gual to call someone immature just becuase someone doesn't want to share they're thoughts with you, when the only "problems" YOU have in your life is missing dance steps on DDR, then listen to me now. Take your hand. Ball it into a fist and punch yourself in the fucking mouth. A 14 or 16...whatever you are...calling an adult immature. I'm I the only one who sees the paradox of that statement?
So, until you cockjuggling raccoon cunts become adults, keep your tampons on your own fucking doorstep. So, the question is, what the fuck is wrong with you?
So, if I know you and this pisses you off. Then be pissed off. Don't wanna talk to me anymore. Then don't. This IS how I feel and that's just that. I've haven't seen anything to make me want to change them.
P.S. I had no idea the superbowl was today.