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i'm so sick of people. i know, i know, all i do is rant and b***h and hate the world. but you know what? there's no winning in life. god is obviously a sadist, as he created his people to live an existence of suffering, where happiness is reserved for the wicked, and where arrogant douche bags somehow get away with never learning of how wrong and retarded they are because sweet passive idiots like me are still roaming the planet.
or perhaps i have this all wrong. maybe we're god's lil experiment to see if maybe one of these days, god's theory that good will triumph evil can ever be proven. then again, with so much evidence pointing against his existence, who knows if he's rooting for a race that's against this supposed "him"?
ah, i love me stupid, nonsensical philosiphizations. honestly, no one gives a s**t about it or what i think. it's just nice to publish my thoughts in the hopes that one loser will stumble upon it and think "wow, what a retard." hey, hate me or love me, at least i'm on your mind.
oh, right, there was originally a point to all of this rambling. allow me to finally get to it (as i'm sure no one's been on the edge of their seat waiting for.) today, i had a bad day. yeah, yeah, "isn't every day a bad day for you"; "cut with the emo bullshit and get on with your life"; etc. but no, today was one of those days that i wanted to beat the s**t outta some loser. not outta anyone in particular. i just wanted to hit someone. i wanted blood to drip from both parties, staining the cement with our crimson blossoms of life and pain.
has anyone else ever realized how i obnoxiously get all flowery until you have absolutely no idea what the point is? yeah, it's starting to piss me off, so lemme try to drop that habit if only for a moment.
yet another gravitational shift has taken place and, oh surprise surprise, the world seems to now revolve around my sister. the lil b***h is worse than a three year old. she stands in the middle of the room and literally pouts (i'm talking red-faced and sticking out her lower lip until someone is stupid enough to ask what's wrong) she goes into the tirade of screams and curses about how terrible everything is in her perfect lil life. ya know, she's always complaining about "i don't wanna be like this" or "am i really weak", but the second you tell her the truth, you get a hand to the face. of course, it doesn't hurt because she really is wimpy, but it's bull s**t! you can't go out into the real world thinking you can just hit people at each whim! especially when your as small and defenseless as she is!
today, i had a bad day. no one gave a s**t. my mommy didn't ask me why i needed cheering up, because my mommy didn't notice. my daddy didn't ask me what was the matter, because my daddy could care less. i got elbowed in the face at practice. i didn't cry. my pulled muscle was killing me but i had to keep playing. still didn't cry. my girlfriend can't go with me to the dance that i just paid ten bucks to go to. i'm not trippin; hell, i cheered her up about it! i'm not always as whiney as i am online. i just know that here i can pretend people care enough to read without thinking that i'm a pathetic, over-emotional loser.
******** this. it's too long.
 the_forgotten_thought · Fri Feb 05, 2010 @ 05:21am · 0 Comments |
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