Facebook Addiction & Angry "Miserings"

Jul 27, 2024 12:34


WHAT in the actual FFFFF?!?!?! Yep, still there, and I realized WHAT it IS. LITERALLY, I like being intellectual, well written, and sometimes teaching/sharing. GUESS WHAT FB IS LITERALLY DEVOID OF? Intellectual ANYTHING, good writing, and quality sharing...LIKELY ON PURPOSE!!!! DONE!!! I NEED TO BE DONE!!! I KNOW THIS. I'VE SAID I AM. SEVERAL TIMES...SO...?!?!?!@#@#$#$%%q$rq!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's the "morning/wake up routine". Make the coffee, pour the coffee, mix the coffee...SCROLL.  🤢😢🤢🤷♀️😜🤷♀️👀👀👀🙄😫😫😫😣😣😣

As if "foolishness" is what I want my morning wake up to be. Perhaps it's the brainlessness and ease of it. I just woke up, give me something easy, and silent, because you know, noise. SMH. How many times have I been DONE w/the ol' Zuckland Fuckery? "The trash fire is warm.", so they say. Probably, the part, where I don't live in my own actual environment, and therefore feel NOT as if I am living my own life, probably contributes, quite a bit, as well. BLAH.



I have been assaulted by relentless irrelevance in my time, and ill perceived as "okay with it", as people come to expect way more of me, than anyone would ever give, yet my quiet exhaustion and depth of profound, unending pain, is lost on them as "consent & complicity", when in fact, it is actually just the exhaustedness of irrelevance, and the pain of everything I shouldn't have to say, as if, "Truly, how could you, to your daughter, your sister, your niece, your cousin, anyone, really, etc?", cliche` as it may be, set in, after their forced programing to withstand neurological and psychological violence and brutality, because the police need a physical crime, to arrest or intervene. Well, I'm not QUITE that stupid, am I? Trust me, shall I find a power source, I shall execute the retribution, whether it be financial, or neurological. As for LJ writers & community...

Bless-ed Be,

Love, Me

SENTIMENT TO ESCAPE: "You look like shit. What's your problem, bitch? Your legs feel like sandpaper, you can't do anything right." - Poe (musician); from the song: "That Day"

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