The rant place.
This is now my rant place, if it isn't still obvious from my recent posts. I don't fucking care if people read my shit here and laugh or gossip about me anymore because everyone is just a self-important piece of shit to me. At least not until proven otherwise.
So here I rant about my fucking head, making a fucking mess, while I always pretend that life is just peachy. Actually, I don't pretend, because life IS just damn peachy, save for my head... And maybe a few other parts of my body.
I found a little lump in my breast recently, and had it checked out by an oncologist. She says it's probably nothing, but told me To get an ultrasound to be sure. That was like, months ago. The truth is, I don't want to get checked out. If I had anything, I'd rather live with it than try getting rid of it while sacrificing a whole lot in my life for more life. Life is actually overrated.
I try putting myself on other people's shoes, but all i can see is the trouble for them from their emotions and from finding money to bury me. I feel that nobody would be genuinely troubled with my lack of existence, because I never liked participating in society in the first place.
Except I find hope from people who matter. That is the tragedy.
So here I rant about my fucking head, making a fucking mess, while I always pretend that life is just peachy. Actually, I don't pretend, because life IS just damn peachy, save for my head... And maybe a few other parts of my body.
I found a little lump in my breast recently, and had it checked out by an oncologist. She says it's probably nothing, but told me To get an ultrasound to be sure. That was like, months ago. The truth is, I don't want to get checked out. If I had anything, I'd rather live with it than try getting rid of it while sacrificing a whole lot in my life for more life. Life is actually overrated.
I try putting myself on other people's shoes, but all i can see is the trouble for them from their emotions and from finding money to bury me. I feel that nobody would be genuinely troubled with my lack of existence, because I never liked participating in society in the first place.
Except I find hope from people who matter. That is the tragedy.