I thought I'd leave this place for good.
At least for awhile.
But honestly. When life goes to shits, I don't have anywhere else to go.
Yeah. Because I can't trust people. People suck.
People let you down, and just make you so angry.
They make you wonder why you were so stupid. Stupid to trust them. They make you feel like just saying fuck it all.
Fuck you all.
And throwing yourself off the closest ledge.
Because the abyss doesn't judge. Or does it?
Because it's so simple.
That's discounting the afterlife of course.
Yeah people. Where the fuck are you.
Fuck.
It.
All.
Fuck this shit.
********************
And this is what all by myself is.
It fucking sucks.
It fucking does.
And I still have to deal with shit.
|
Starstruck
|
|
|
Because Cute, Smart, and Funny don't mean a thing
The above was supposed to be the real title, but trust me the blogskin screwed up on meLiving life to the fullest And I won't say anything at all. To all the lovely bitches like you Get your boots on |
|
|
entries
profile
tagboard
linkage
others
|
|
|
Don't think we're okay - Tuesday, May 1, 2012 @ 11:00 PM
|
|
|
Don't think we're okay - Tuesday, May 1, 2012 @ 11:00 PM
I thought I'd leave this place for good.
At least for awhile. But honestly. When life goes to shits, I don't have anywhere else to go. Yeah. Because I can't trust people. People suck. People let you down, and just make you so angry. They make you wonder why you were so stupid. Stupid to trust them. They make you feel like just saying fuck it all. Fuck you all. And throwing yourself off the closest ledge. Because the abyss doesn't judge. Or does it? Because it's so simple. That's discounting the afterlife of course. Yeah people. Where the fuck are you. Fuck. It. All. Fuck this shit. ******************** And this is what all by myself is. It fucking sucks. It fucking does. And I still have to deal with shit. |
|
|
profile
 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
|
|
|
tagboard
|
|
|
linkage
|
|
|
others
Credits:
Layout ;
Icons ;
Inspiration .
Previous Posts: the story of us ; My heart was truly broke ; Not an Innocent ; Out across the endless sea ; The Sun so Dry ; Cold ; Sick and Tired of Your Reasons ; Need you like a heartbeat ; AHA GENIUS ; Damn You Technology ; Previous Months: November 1995 ; December 2009 ; January 2010 ; February 2010 ; March 2010 ; April 2010 ; May 2010 ; June 2010 ; July 2010 ; August 2010 ; September 2010 ; October 2010 ; November 2010 ; December 2010 ; January 2011 ; February 2011 ; March 2011 ; April 2011 ; May 2011 ; June 2011 ; July 2011 ; August 2011 ; September 2011 ; October 2011 ; November 2011 ; December 2011 ; January 2012 ; February 2012 ; March 2012 ; April 2012 ; May 2012 ; June 2012 ; July 2012 ; August 2012 ;
|
|