I Mean, Who Really Cares About Facts Anyway?

Aug 10, 2007 19:07

Fuckin' typical. Had to cope with my own kind hating my guts back when I was alive and this place ain't no better. Well, do you think I give a shit? I'm fed-up of this back-stabbing bitch-fest of a place already. Think I'll go wander out in the desert for a while.

What I can't get over is how totally pissed off I feel about the whole situation. Hell has right-royally screwed with my mind. I'd give anything to go back to good-ol' non-caring me. But dying for the second time seems to have brought back some nasty human emotional shit that I really could be doing without right now. I hate feeling... it gets in the way of every-fucking-thing.

Firstly I have to cope with remembering all the shit that happened before I died. Then, one of the only decent guys I meet here has to go off and be obsessed with that whiny shit-bag of a kid... hell, I'm starting to understand what Martel must've been feeling. To top that, you can't find one decent allie around this place that will stay loyal to you.

Though I was getting used to the whole 'Hell' notion, I'm starting to think it's worse than I imagined. People and their little cliques are seriously getting me down. And I don't care if that's a hypocritical thing to say... it's different when yer the one with all the loyal followers.

anger, drama, angst

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