it just makes you want to cry yourself to sleep.
So this is life, one breath at a time. You sit back, draw deep and exhale trying to hit the ceiling. You work and live and you laugh and you cry, wondering the entire time why you keep moving, what drives you to wake and move forward? What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Is it the person lying next to you? Is it the shadow of the memory, that empty side of the bed? Is the feeling of guilt or shame?
Someone once mentioned to me that I am a negative person; that I was angry and short in understanding and temper.
They were right.
I am an ugly individual. Not an entirely physical malady either.
I am negative.
I am angry.
I am tired.
This place has us running around like so many gerbils in the wheel and we think that when we vote we are accomplishing something.
I think we should al be pissed off, for fucks sake.
We all have reasons to be negative, fuck, the more the better I say. Be negative, be angry.
We’re fucked here. Really, Middle America doesn’t fucking get it. They put a retard in the white house.
Buy, consume, forget the war, watch teevee, suck down four dollar latte’s and pay two and change for a gallon of gas. Fuck, gas was higher than milk at one point. All we are here for is to add dollar signs to some corporate report.
WE DON’T FUCKING MATTER!
Welcome to our brave new world.
Are votes don’t count, our lives are mundane and trite and people wonder why I am upset. Everything that gives this shit existence meaning runs away and we are left with so many crumbs. I am tired and too afraid to commit suicide cause I believe that somehow it will get better, somewhere something will snap and life will really mean something rather than just sitting here sucking in the fucking oxygen and MAYBE it won’t hurt so much.
The worst thing is realizing that you can’t make a difference; that no matter what you do, what you give, how much you give, what you protest or how loud you shout that nothing will change. We’ll keep plodding forward, making the rich richer and letting the poor stagnate.
I hate this place.
Fuck.
Someone once mentioned to me that I am a negative person; that I was angry and short in understanding and temper.
They were right.
I am an ugly individual. Not an entirely physical malady either.
I am negative.
I am angry.
I am tired.
This place has us running around like so many gerbils in the wheel and we think that when we vote we are accomplishing something.
I think we should al be pissed off, for fucks sake.
We all have reasons to be negative, fuck, the more the better I say. Be negative, be angry.
We’re fucked here. Really, Middle America doesn’t fucking get it. They put a retard in the white house.
Buy, consume, forget the war, watch teevee, suck down four dollar latte’s and pay two and change for a gallon of gas. Fuck, gas was higher than milk at one point. All we are here for is to add dollar signs to some corporate report.
WE DON’T FUCKING MATTER!
Welcome to our brave new world.
Are votes don’t count, our lives are mundane and trite and people wonder why I am upset. Everything that gives this shit existence meaning runs away and we are left with so many crumbs. I am tired and too afraid to commit suicide cause I believe that somehow it will get better, somewhere something will snap and life will really mean something rather than just sitting here sucking in the fucking oxygen and MAYBE it won’t hurt so much.
The worst thing is realizing that you can’t make a difference; that no matter what you do, what you give, how much you give, what you protest or how loud you shout that nothing will change. We’ll keep plodding forward, making the rich richer and letting the poor stagnate.
I hate this place.
Fuck.