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It's always very difficult to start a new piece with so many different possibilities of an introduction, for me that is. Which part should we talk about first or maybe this is more important than that. Whatever. I've got no time to waste because "hurry the fuck up" the world is waiting. Most Americans are always trying to get here so they can get there and back to here again. I am tired of serving the pissed off impatient people who expect 100% from someone who is not quite past 50. Why the fuck do people insist on rushing their lives away. Hurry up, I've got to get to work so that I can go home, sleep some more and go back. Work work work. Where the fuck is family time. Why doesn't Joe take a day off, take a deep breath, and realize that his life is already have passed. Calm the fuck down people. NOBODY IS PERFECT, minus one. So, if you expect perfection.. my only suggestion is to.. well.. visit Jesus. Maybe then, because your life isn't so perfect, he'll put his hand on your shoulder and heal you. Why do you mock my God. Why the fuck do you mock your God. Many people will argue that God doesn't help them. He's within you. Talk to him and he'll listen. He'll talk back to you. OPEN YOUR HEART. That's what's wrong with today's society. Not many people have hearts. Not many people care about the feelings of others. I have been used, abused, whatever since I was 10 and even before that. I hope when the words, "lardass" came out of your mouth you were talking about your own goddamned mother. I wonder if she'd appreciate you calling her that. Okay, maybe I should go call your mother that. The next time I hear any words like that directed towards me, I promise that the word bearer will never say those words again. The next time anybody mocks me based on my appearance because they/you have no idea WHO THE FUCK I am, you will never know who I am. You do not deserve my time or my respect. I will treat you like the piece of shit you are. I'm sure the readers right now would never say any awful things like that to me. One, because you're taking the time to read anything that I have to say, you respect me. I've still got some freedom of speech right? hah hah. I'm surprised that it's still legal to have something like this. Anyway. I am generally not an angry person. I suppose many would disagree and I know plenty would agree. I think a lot of it has to do with myself. I've failed. I've sinned. I've wronged so many people. I do not deserve to have the right to speak. But I do. I've been living this "free" life with regret and guilt and sin for many of days now. Many of weeks. Many of months. Many of years. I cannot ask for it to change; I've done this all to myself. I need something to vent to. Most of the people around me for example... just now my father came into the room. I said I was moving out, he fucking runs away swearing at me. He does not support any decisions I make. Thanks for the car. Thanks for the roof. But thanks for making me feel like shit all of those years. THanks for listening to me when I told you I was depressed and all you could do was walk away from me. THanks for going to the fucking doctor with me to get me some help. I appreciate everything. Thank you for never understanding who I am because you don't think it's important enough. Thank you for letting me crash here for the years but I don't feel like listening to you slam doors because you're a little upset. But FUCK- when I'm upset, GOD FORBID I cry about it. God forbid I want to be left alone. COME AND MOCK ME SOME MORE. Thanks for the gym membership. But thanks for making fun of me half of my life. When I was a kid, thanks for telling me not to eat that donut or those chips.
THANK you for telling me what College major I HAVE TO fucking major in. THank you for telling me how I should spend my time. Oh, don't worry I work 50 hour weeks. Don't worry I was up last night closing the store until 1 in the morning. But WAKE ME UP AT 7 AM BECAUSE I'm TOO FUCKING LAZY!
god damn.
what the fuck.
keep writing signs on the wall asking "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU"
you don't even know me and half of it is your fault too.
I quit this shit.
I don't want this house. I don't want this life. I have wasted it so far and I cannot bare to waste it any longer.
I have no will and I cannot find any either.
GOD please have mercy on me.
TAKE ME HOME.
It's always very difficult to start a new piece with so many different possibilities of an introduction, for me that is. Which part should we talk about first or maybe this is more important than that. Whatever. I've got no time to waste because "hurry the fuck up" the world is waiting. Most Americans are always trying to get here so they can get there and back to here again. I am tired of serving the pissed off impatient people who expect 100% from someone who is not quite past 50. Why the fuck do people insist on rushing their lives away. Hurry up, I've got to get to work so that I can go home, sleep some more and go back. Work work work. Where the fuck is family time. Why doesn't Joe take a day off, take a deep breath, and realize that his life is already have passed. Calm the fuck down people. NOBODY IS PERFECT, minus one. So, if you expect perfection.. my only suggestion is to.. well.. visit Jesus. Maybe then, because your life isn't so perfect, he'll put his hand on your shoulder and heal you. Why do you mock my God. Why the fuck do you mock your God. Many people will argue that God doesn't help them. He's within you. Talk to him and he'll listen. He'll talk back to you. OPEN YOUR HEART. That's what's wrong with today's society. Not many people have hearts. Not many people care about the feelings of others. I have been used, abused, whatever since I was 10 and even before that. I hope when the words, "lardass" came out of your mouth you were talking about your own goddamned mother. I wonder if she'd appreciate you calling her that. Okay, maybe I should go call your mother that. The next time I hear any words like that directed towards me, I promise that the word bearer will never say those words again. The next time anybody mocks me based on my appearance because they/you have no idea WHO THE FUCK I am, you will never know who I am. You do not deserve my time or my respect. I will treat you like the piece of shit you are. I'm sure the readers right now would never say any awful things like that to me. One, because you're taking the time to read anything that I have to say, you respect me. I've still got some freedom of speech right? hah hah. I'm surprised that it's still legal to have something like this. Anyway. I am generally not an angry person. I suppose many would disagree and I know plenty would agree. I think a lot of it has to do with myself. I've failed. I've sinned. I've wronged so many people. I do not deserve to have the right to speak. But I do. I've been living this "free" life with regret and guilt and sin for many of days now. Many of weeks. Many of months. Many of years. I cannot ask for it to change; I've done this all to myself. I need something to vent to. Most of the people around me for example... just now my father came into the room. I said I was moving out, he fucking runs away swearing at me. He does not support any decisions I make. Thanks for the car. Thanks for the roof. But thanks for making me feel like shit all of those years. THanks for listening to me when I told you I was depressed and all you could do was walk away from me. THanks for going to the fucking doctor with me to get me some help. I appreciate everything. Thank you for never understanding who I am because you don't think it's important enough. Thank you for letting me crash here for the years but I don't feel like listening to you slam doors because you're a little upset. But FUCK- when I'm upset, GOD FORBID I cry about it. God forbid I want to be left alone. COME AND MOCK ME SOME MORE. Thanks for the gym membership. But thanks for making fun of me half of my life. When I was a kid, thanks for telling me not to eat that donut or those chips.
THANK you for telling me what College major I HAVE TO fucking major in. THank you for telling me how I should spend my time. Oh, don't worry I work 50 hour weeks. Don't worry I was up last night closing the store until 1 in the morning. But WAKE ME UP AT 7 AM BECAUSE I'm TOO FUCKING LAZY!
god damn.
what the fuck.
keep writing signs on the wall asking "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU"
you don't even know me and half of it is your fault too.
I quit this shit.
I don't want this house. I don't want this life. I have wasted it so far and I cannot bare to waste it any longer.
I have no will and I cannot find any either.
GOD please have mercy on me.
TAKE ME HOME.