Fuck this shit!

[malisan]

Fuck the daggers in the back. Fuck playing second fiddle. Fuck being there for people and only getting the brushoff when they're getting better. Fuck the people who use me and abuse me. Fuck those bitches who smile outside and sneer inside. Fuck this life of mediocrity and pain. Fuck those cock-suckers who sit there and steal hope. Fuck those

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Today...

[anonymous]

Two ways to see this world. One, everything comes crashing down. You see the disfigured pieces of your life and wonder how this came to be. You die a bit inside only to see that the part that is still somewhat alive is being stabbed in the back by everyone you ever cared about. Defeated, you fall to the ground with no fight left in you and you surrender to the menacing voices laughing from the darkness. Though you've sent out the white flag of surrender, still the attacks go on. You curl up into a fetal position refusing to move, but a thousand steel-toed boots come crashing down around you, into you, on top of you. You are broken.

Nuber two? It's all a joke. You can't win. But if you are the punch-line of some twisted ironic farse of existance and you really can't change it, take it for the humor it serves. See the short-comings of your own frail life and laugh. Hell, someone could drive a monster truck through my place and trash everything I own and care about (as far as care goes for physical things) and still have to laugh about it. Just picture you own life as if someone else is relating it to you over the phone. Such ungodly sircumstances leading to ironic, yet tragic ends. You would have to snicker at least a little inside at the unbelievable situations. So laugh. Yea, my back is fudged up and I can barely move anymore. So what can I do? Roll over and die, or accept and laugh.

There is nothing wrong with either option, but one usually leads to the other, in either direction really. But if you choose path two and refuse to go back to path one, do you know what time it is? Time to be a dreamer.

~River