31.
It’s time for a rant, yes?
Yes.
I don’t quite understand the concept of hate.
The farthest in which I can go is knowing that my instincts tell me to turn around and just.. Walk away. Get away from it. I can understand dislike and I can understand discomfort, but I cannot understand hate. But.. I think that’s what this is. I think I hate her.
This woman.. Is so unstable. She’s the absolute embodiment of the word “mutt”. She claims to be some form of wolf-descendent, for I refuse to grant her the rightful title of being a wolf. When given the embodiment of a wolf, you know honour, you know loyalty, trust, integrity, responsibility, and bond. You have a pack and you stick to it, no matter what your pack does. Pack is pack, don’t throw the word around lightly because it’s not something to be lightly held. Pack is family, pack is blood. Pack is a lifeline, no matter how hard times get, nor how fucked up someone acts. That bond is there no matter what..
Dear Gods, I’m virtually asking for this. But Gin is my Pack. She is one of those who I consider mine to protect. And this mutt doesn’t understand the concept of holding her tongue. It annoys me. You can’t claim to be a wolf if you don’t know honour. Without honour, without responsibility, it’s pointless. It’s a dead end with a fake title.
I’ve never been open with this aspect of my life, because I’m not a furry and through saying that I’m a wolf, that’s what other’s think. Through being the elements that I hold, it's the spirit embodiment that I've been assigned to. But those I love understand what I mean, and those I care for know what it means to be one of those I care for. And she has purposely tried to hurt the one I love. She’s lashed out and blamed her, making her feel guilty for things she didn’t do.
Ugh.. CHILDISH. Childish, childish, childish.
Grow up, you wretched beast!
You will never be a prince.
You will never be able to take care of anyone, or protect anyone, unless you can get over yourself, fix yourself, and get yourself out of the psychopathy in which you live.
The world doesn’t revolve around you, it revolves around the sun. Every day passes with new breath and every day ends with the very same thing. However you are stuck where you are, in limbo. You’re a rotting shell of a living organism, lying yourself into a false-sense of happiness. You’re a hollow embodiment of something that could possibly become great if you just took the right fucking drugs. Your pride is empty, for there’s nothing to be proud of. Your confidence is empty because there is a void in which you should be placed. You don’t exist. You’re the shadow of a spoiled child that throws a tantrum when they don’t get what they want.
Don’t flaunt that you cut yourself. It makes you look like a freak. It makes you look lower than dirt. Nobody made you do it, you did it yourself. And you flaunt it for the attention of it, which is juvenile and pointless. It’s disgusting, and it can ruin your life more than you’ve already fucked it up.
Do you want to know why she chose me?
Because I’m the better choice. Because I have a head on my shoulders and I understand the concept of symbiosis, not “Gimme, gimme, gimme! I want, I want, I want! Me, me, me!” Which is all that you are capable of. She chose me because I can support her and take care of her, just as she could do the same for me. Because we’ve both matured enough to be in an equal relationship where both parties are happy and balanced.
Grow up.
Step up from the hallucinations and come back to reality.
Or rather, for the first time in your life join reality. Because the little world you created will crash down around you at the most unpleasant time if you don’t learn to open your eyes.
I say this because I hate you.
But I’m also human enough to be blunt and show you that you’re a fucking idiot. That you will never find happiness until you find stability and move forward from the prepubescent stage that you stopped yourself at.
Everybody has scars. Everybody has been fucked over in their life and every body will hurt you in the long run. Welcome to life.
Dear gods, I hope you read this.
And I hope you open your eyes from the blindness you’ve self induced.
Because I’d hate to be your friends when you finally wake up from your rotting stasis to find out that the world really is a shitty place.
And with that, I exhibit both my humanity, and my honour.
Wake up.
Or die.
Yes.
I don’t quite understand the concept of hate.
The farthest in which I can go is knowing that my instincts tell me to turn around and just.. Walk away. Get away from it. I can understand dislike and I can understand discomfort, but I cannot understand hate. But.. I think that’s what this is. I think I hate her.
This woman.. Is so unstable. She’s the absolute embodiment of the word “mutt”. She claims to be some form of wolf-descendent, for I refuse to grant her the rightful title of being a wolf. When given the embodiment of a wolf, you know honour, you know loyalty, trust, integrity, responsibility, and bond. You have a pack and you stick to it, no matter what your pack does. Pack is pack, don’t throw the word around lightly because it’s not something to be lightly held. Pack is family, pack is blood. Pack is a lifeline, no matter how hard times get, nor how fucked up someone acts. That bond is there no matter what..
Dear Gods, I’m virtually asking for this. But Gin is my Pack. She is one of those who I consider mine to protect. And this mutt doesn’t understand the concept of holding her tongue. It annoys me. You can’t claim to be a wolf if you don’t know honour. Without honour, without responsibility, it’s pointless. It’s a dead end with a fake title.
I’ve never been open with this aspect of my life, because I’m not a furry and through saying that I’m a wolf, that’s what other’s think. Through being the elements that I hold, it's the spirit embodiment that I've been assigned to. But those I love understand what I mean, and those I care for know what it means to be one of those I care for. And she has purposely tried to hurt the one I love. She’s lashed out and blamed her, making her feel guilty for things she didn’t do.
Ugh.. CHILDISH. Childish, childish, childish.
Grow up, you wretched beast!
You will never be a prince.
You will never be able to take care of anyone, or protect anyone, unless you can get over yourself, fix yourself, and get yourself out of the psychopathy in which you live.
The world doesn’t revolve around you, it revolves around the sun. Every day passes with new breath and every day ends with the very same thing. However you are stuck where you are, in limbo. You’re a rotting shell of a living organism, lying yourself into a false-sense of happiness. You’re a hollow embodiment of something that could possibly become great if you just took the right fucking drugs. Your pride is empty, for there’s nothing to be proud of. Your confidence is empty because there is a void in which you should be placed. You don’t exist. You’re the shadow of a spoiled child that throws a tantrum when they don’t get what they want.
Don’t flaunt that you cut yourself. It makes you look like a freak. It makes you look lower than dirt. Nobody made you do it, you did it yourself. And you flaunt it for the attention of it, which is juvenile and pointless. It’s disgusting, and it can ruin your life more than you’ve already fucked it up.
Do you want to know why she chose me?
Because I’m the better choice. Because I have a head on my shoulders and I understand the concept of symbiosis, not “Gimme, gimme, gimme! I want, I want, I want! Me, me, me!” Which is all that you are capable of. She chose me because I can support her and take care of her, just as she could do the same for me. Because we’ve both matured enough to be in an equal relationship where both parties are happy and balanced.
Grow up.
Step up from the hallucinations and come back to reality.
Or rather, for the first time in your life join reality. Because the little world you created will crash down around you at the most unpleasant time if you don’t learn to open your eyes.
I say this because I hate you.
But I’m also human enough to be blunt and show you that you’re a fucking idiot. That you will never find happiness until you find stability and move forward from the prepubescent stage that you stopped yourself at.
Everybody has scars. Everybody has been fucked over in their life and every body will hurt you in the long run. Welcome to life.
Dear gods, I hope you read this.
And I hope you open your eyes from the blindness you’ve self induced.
Because I’d hate to be your friends when you finally wake up from your rotting stasis to find out that the world really is a shitty place.
And with that, I exhibit both my humanity, and my honour.
Wake up.
Or die.