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Apr 26, 2010 02:58

This is all bullshit. I'm fucking serious. I think I've had it up to here with all this fucking bullshit.

I've jes been played for a goddamn fool and like a fucking fiddle for that son of a bitch on a goddamn tin roof!

I hear women bitch, moan and complain about a fucking decent guy or some shit to that effect because they get fucked over by some failure of a human. And make it cound like fucking chivalry is dead.

Well guess what, guys go through the same shit too. But hey, some of us have to suffer while all these used douches to get off in their lives.

I'm tired of hearing about and no one really giving a fuck if I'm going through the same thing.

Is everyone really in this for themselves? How fucked is that. So many people say, like I have, that if you need someone, they will be there for you. But hwne you need them.... where are they. Shit, I couldn't be there cuz I had good reason, and I made sure people knew that. But where is everyone else?

Why can't they be there for you where I failed? Why can't anyone be there for me?

Hypocrisy. It's what we're best at. You have one or two that will be there. But when they're not there, then what?

I'm tired of this.... I seriously am. Why say anything along the lines of "I don't want to date anyone because I won't have the time" then after a short time, suddenly have someone? Were you that lame, pathetic and ashamed?

Why tell someone not to get attatched because of a relocation, only to later reconsider, talk and then say "hey, there's someone I'm dating."

All that fucking promenant talk and even convincing the family! Where do you get off?

To own a Peacemaker in the old west, and make it better....would be so easy if it were the 1800's still.

But this isn't the old west. can't correct the wrongs with a gun and a few bullets.

Take your paddles in your canoe and keep paddling. People will join without saying a word.

Sick and fucking tired...

And to be a friend, fucking christ, myspace and these fucking stupid blogs in which people can comment on. You get so many friends and then you don't know whats going on so you can comment on they're said blog to leave your input. Now you could, but it's a "oh. i don't know what to say." or read and click away. Unless us lucky ones, that post and then get replies.

See.... I know, that this will be one of those that very, very few.... out of the 800+ friends on my list....
Minus the 100-200 that are bands/famouse people/clubs/ otherwise
Minus the 300-400 that really could give a fuck less about anything myspace as of the last 5 years.
What say you the ones left over?

I'm not sure what I'm saying anymore at this point, but i've been done wrong and I am hurt. I've been destroyed and left for dust. I was abandoned a wreck and left a mess.

This blog will not be up for very long before I take it down. and if you are one of those that are allowed to read this, then i hope you got some insight. Don't worry about those who couldn't. Because if you are callous enough, you'll ask others about it.

There is no love.

Happy endings only exist in movies.

I am rage. I am hate.

Fuck it all. Fuck this world.

I have no time of day for anything.

I am the child of a burning time.

I never asked for anything more than my friends to see and/or talk to me.

DJing or not.....

The message I wanted to convey is lost. I'm too distrought and insanley bitter with not enough alcohol to drown nor someone to talk to.

I am so fucking tired now of posting my fucking shit on the net with no input.

NO NOTHING!

I've jes been wronged and fucking hurt and believe me....no one out there cares. Yes, who you are that reads this, I care about you.Because no one cares about me. I hae no one. And even a friend that i know should still read this.... FAIL! So read that Sara Pickering! I wanted to be there for you, I was and now you jes fell into obscuristy! I am your fucking last friend! and you don't care!

I'm done with california. First chance I have.... I AM LEAVEING!

oh hey....guess what....NONE OF YOU FUCKING CARE!
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