I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'm so fucking sick and tired of being sick and tired all the fucking time. I don't even understand myself anymore. I have no idea what these alien feelings are and I can't seem to grasp their meaning. Why should I live and carry these ungodly things around. Is this why normal people are so fucking pissy all the time? Do feelings even matter in anything? Or am I the only one lately feeling anything? I'm sorry if anyone actually reads my blogs... I'm just going through a shitty time right now... as you saw my angry post... if you read it. Thanks for the people who message me and try to cheer me up... but this is real life shit I'm in my knees to. I'm now jobless, depressed, alcoholic, pothead, and cigarette-aholic. I'm becoming everything I hate. I'm losing my grip on reality and I'm hoping I stay sane long enough to prove to myself I'm alive and my heart is beating... without tearing it out of course. And... to the people who suck out there (you know who you are) here's a big 'FUCK YOU'. I send this shouted message to all those people who bully others and who drunkenly yell at their fucking kids. If you feel the need to do that kind of shit come to me and I'll show you what your own blood tastes like, bitch.