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I need pills. Drugs. Something to keep me from losing it. I cannot handle this. I cannot handle knowing that nobody can clean this shit up.
You taste the fruit of Eden and you cannot un-know your hunger for it. Maniac, I've become.
They all say the same thing: there are no sane, decent girls left. Girls, guys? What? I know my orientation, but it doesn't matter. No one is worth being with. All worthless, broken wretches. Just like me? No. They're worthless by virtue of the fact that I do not exist in their worlds. Even if brought to their attention, their worlds are closed off to new things, new people. So I cannot, will not exist in their lives. So they're worthless.
C'mon, enjoy being single! Go out! Party your ass off! The right one will eventually come along when you stop looking!
That's what you fucking assholes said to me 5 years ago. I remember it clear as day. I also remember how fucking miserable I was then, clearer than day.
It is like I stepped through a window and the last 5 years have melted away, and I feel exactly the same now as I did then.
You want me to believe that things will somehow be better? Now THAT'S like asking me to believe in God.
I have all the tools a man could ever want at his disposal to conquer the world. Unfortunately... I don't believe that the world has anything worth conquering. Or maybe I don't know how to use the tools. It's hard to say.
Being alone is something that a lot of people seem to be okay with. Resigned themselves to it, as they say. But I can't accept that. I've always wanted to be around people I give a shit about, and who would give a shit back. I don't deserve this. It makes me mad, motherfuckers. I want to take a hammer to some numbskulls. Kill 'em all.
Kill them all for making my world so goddamn miserable. Humans. You ruined life for me. You spew trashy "advice" at me in the hopes that this rage will stop fogging up your Facebook feed.
FUCK YOU, assholes. I fucking hate you. I am going to kill you one day.
You taste the fruit of Eden and you cannot un-know your hunger for it. Maniac, I've become.
They all say the same thing: there are no sane, decent girls left. Girls, guys? What? I know my orientation, but it doesn't matter. No one is worth being with. All worthless, broken wretches. Just like me? No. They're worthless by virtue of the fact that I do not exist in their worlds. Even if brought to their attention, their worlds are closed off to new things, new people. So I cannot, will not exist in their lives. So they're worthless.
C'mon, enjoy being single! Go out! Party your ass off! The right one will eventually come along when you stop looking!
That's what you fucking assholes said to me 5 years ago. I remember it clear as day. I also remember how fucking miserable I was then, clearer than day.
It is like I stepped through a window and the last 5 years have melted away, and I feel exactly the same now as I did then.
You want me to believe that things will somehow be better? Now THAT'S like asking me to believe in God.
I have all the tools a man could ever want at his disposal to conquer the world. Unfortunately... I don't believe that the world has anything worth conquering. Or maybe I don't know how to use the tools. It's hard to say.
Being alone is something that a lot of people seem to be okay with. Resigned themselves to it, as they say. But I can't accept that. I've always wanted to be around people I give a shit about, and who would give a shit back. I don't deserve this. It makes me mad, motherfuckers. I want to take a hammer to some numbskulls. Kill 'em all.
Kill them all for making my world so goddamn miserable. Humans. You ruined life for me. You spew trashy "advice" at me in the hopes that this rage will stop fogging up your Facebook feed.
FUCK YOU, assholes. I fucking hate you. I am going to kill you one day.