Sunday, April 04, 2004
And it spews from me
Fuck. Does life bore the fuck out of me? Bunch of assholes running to me with their stupid as shit problems and after I try my best to fix them in hope for something like decent friendship in return for going out of my way, listening to their dumbasses, and figuring out something for them to do. Everyone turns their backs on me and lets me forage for myself whenever I need anything. That they don't want to get involved in things that don't concern them after I dive headfirst into the stool they call life.
I should have done it when I had the chance.
Everyone making me a god damned leper all of the sudden. Casting me out when they are the ones whining about their friends running away from them and leaving them out to dry. Serves you right, fucks. I wasn't built for this place. I'm not supposed to be here. Be Mr. Nice Guy no matter what. Why the fuck do I even think of foing that? Because I don't want to see people get hurt? Fuck them. The only thing where I ever come close to revealing my true feelings is this stupid fucking computer and blog and it is nothing like screaming in someone's face. And still I have to hide things because for some reason people read this, so I can't name names because I wouldn't want them reading it and getting their feelings hurt then just hiding their pain as they type their stupider than fuck words from miles away. I can't comprehend when people are emotional so why does everyone come to me with their problems. Even I sit here, with every single emotion I have locked in a stronghold where no one will ever come again if I can help it, yet I type light-hearted words. Everything's water on a duck's back for Robbie Rayas, but still people get mad at me for my insensitivity. Fuck you. Nobody ever asks me how the fuck I'm feeling.
Fuck. Does life bore the fuck out of me? Bunch of assholes running to me with their stupid as shit problems and after I try my best to fix them in hope for something like decent friendship in return for going out of my way, listening to their dumbasses, and figuring out something for them to do. Everyone turns their backs on me and lets me forage for myself whenever I need anything. That they don't want to get involved in things that don't concern them after I dive headfirst into the stool they call life.
I should have done it when I had the chance.
Everyone making me a god damned leper all of the sudden. Casting me out when they are the ones whining about their friends running away from them and leaving them out to dry. Serves you right, fucks. I wasn't built for this place. I'm not supposed to be here. Be Mr. Nice Guy no matter what. Why the fuck do I even think of foing that? Because I don't want to see people get hurt? Fuck them. The only thing where I ever come close to revealing my true feelings is this stupid fucking computer and blog and it is nothing like screaming in someone's face. And still I have to hide things because for some reason people read this, so I can't name names because I wouldn't want them reading it and getting their feelings hurt then just hiding their pain as they type their stupider than fuck words from miles away. I can't comprehend when people are emotional so why does everyone come to me with their problems. Even I sit here, with every single emotion I have locked in a stronghold where no one will ever come again if I can help it, yet I type light-hearted words. Everything's water on a duck's back for Robbie Rayas, but still people get mad at me for my insensitivity. Fuck you. Nobody ever asks me how the fuck I'm feeling.
// posted by Unknown @ 10:01 PM 
