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How is it that you can be in your mid to late twenties, be out on your own, have a college degree, almost amount that to nothing and then be so unhappy with yourself that the only contentment they find anywhere in their present being is to feed off of the misery of others.
When will people learn to GROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn they got me all discomboberated and PISSED OFF!
I am so sick and tired of working with a bunch of drama infested wussy ass people who in reality can't even look at themselves in the mirror every day because they KNOW WHO THEY ARE! And believe me, that isn't good in your case. I am tired of relieving it all with the same excuse of emotional exhaustion. Even that has a welcome mat. You think you can put yourself on a higher level than YOUR EQUAL....then fine, I will reciprocate. Until you learn what respect is, don't bother to talk to me. You don't deserve it. I try to avoid talking to selfish people. It makes my life a little less cut throat and a little more QUALITY influenced.
I thought about me today. Here is my analysis: (I actually wrote this awhile ago, still holds true)
Happiness cannot be taken from me. It is a gift. Depression cannot cease to reside from me. It is a skill. I ask myself which one creates more indulgence? Which one is more pleasurable to manifest? A gift? Something so easily obtained and practically impossible to lose no matter the fate. Or skill? Something obtained with effort, a petty gamble of pride, something too easy to give up. I would be lying to myself if I chose the gift of contentment to my lenience. I indulge in depression. This emotional abyss concludes to real feelings versus a temporary relief of glee. I am most commonly described as happy, cheerful, blissful...all as the complete opposite of my twisted immoderation. This establishes that no one knows me....ME! Interesting hypothesis. Is is coincidential that my biggest fear is of being alone? Yet I am. I wouldn't be alone if the image that stares back at me every morning is the same representation that is given so ineptly to those so innocently and humanely appealed.
And I feel a little better....just a little
When will people learn to GROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn they got me all discomboberated and PISSED OFF!
I am so sick and tired of working with a bunch of drama infested wussy ass people who in reality can't even look at themselves in the mirror every day because they KNOW WHO THEY ARE! And believe me, that isn't good in your case. I am tired of relieving it all with the same excuse of emotional exhaustion. Even that has a welcome mat. You think you can put yourself on a higher level than YOUR EQUAL....then fine, I will reciprocate. Until you learn what respect is, don't bother to talk to me. You don't deserve it. I try to avoid talking to selfish people. It makes my life a little less cut throat and a little more QUALITY influenced.
I thought about me today. Here is my analysis: (I actually wrote this awhile ago, still holds true)
Happiness cannot be taken from me. It is a gift. Depression cannot cease to reside from me. It is a skill. I ask myself which one creates more indulgence? Which one is more pleasurable to manifest? A gift? Something so easily obtained and practically impossible to lose no matter the fate. Or skill? Something obtained with effort, a petty gamble of pride, something too easy to give up. I would be lying to myself if I chose the gift of contentment to my lenience. I indulge in depression. This emotional abyss concludes to real feelings versus a temporary relief of glee. I am most commonly described as happy, cheerful, blissful...all as the complete opposite of my twisted immoderation. This establishes that no one knows me....ME! Interesting hypothesis. Is is coincidential that my biggest fear is of being alone? Yet I am. I wouldn't be alone if the image that stares back at me every morning is the same representation that is given so ineptly to those so innocently and humanely appealed.
And I feel a little better....just a little