It's All So Fucking Hysterical

"I used to long for time alone
I used to long for a place of my own
and I'm losing faith in everything
I'm lost, so lost, i'm lost at sea, you'll see...

I used to long for broken bones
I used to long for a casket to call my own
I never had a problem facing fear
but I'm done, over and dumb my dear...

Oh mercy me
God bless catastrophe
There's no way in hell
We'll ever live to see through this

So drive yourself insane tonight..."


sometimes, i wonder... are people just so really full of themselves that they have to fucking rant about their problems all day long, and NOT follow your honest advice? are people simply always looking for the "right answer" and when you hand them the honest answer, they immediately think you're an asshole? is it a fact that whenever you try to reach out and be a nicer person that you'll end up getting fucked up the arse by someone who obviously couldn't give a good god damn about the word "decency?"

not too hard to conjure up images of people you've encountered, huh?

well, all this ranting, is not about being righteous. i could fucking be just as guilty as all these people are, but doesn't it get to you on some days? i mean, as bad as it may sound, i could fucking care less about whoever, whenever, and whatever. but why do fucking morons and idiots expect me to have the answer to the perennial question 'why me?!'

the answer to it is quite simple, lads and lasses, and everyone in between.

shit happens.

the solution?

deal with it, fuckers.

i think that there's no such thing as a problem that can't be solved.

there are just people who can't accept the fact that every once in a while, the dumb bug bites 'em big time.

it's never a crime to be stupid. it's a crime to say that you never were. and it's even worse to blame somebody else for it.

i mean, do people still actually think that other people can dictate what they feel? do people still believe that another person can actually control you, or how you act, or feel?

i'm pushing the envelope a bit here, but i mean, if you let a person dictate how bad you should feel, then by all means, you deserve to suffer.



either i gotta stop drinking or i gotta start slapping more people in the face.

as you can tell, i'm not the cheeriest of the bunch right now. so go to hell. fuck you and your college dream. when all this is over... i'll still be better than you are.

sincerely,

god


p.s. oh yeah, i'm dead by the way. that nietzche dude said so. quite a character. obviously had a better life than you did, you miserable fuck.