Spring Fever?
Today feels incredibly odd. I really can't pinpoint what it is, but perhaps it's just the heat that comes along with the power of spring setting in. There's a charge to the air that you can tell is refreshing and alien and yet it belongs. It's one of the bonuses of living in Iowa, I suppose. You really feel the change of the seasons like I never could possibly accomplish in California. I really, really wish I could put into words what I'm feeling right now, because it's huge and...fucking, I don't know, superficial and chemical or something. It feels important and huge and major and intense and all in my head and all of that bullshit. Wrapped in a burrito of generalized depression and boredom.
My friends don't take my advice, I find, and wonder why I get pissed when they continue to come to me for help. If you don't care enough about what I say to actually do it, then I simply don't give a fuck what happens to you in the realm of your life and its problems. I'll listen to what you have to say, but I'll no longer give my input because you obviously don't care to actually use it. Yea, it gets under my skin. Or maybe the air and the weather and whatever the FLYING FUCK is wrong with this day is making me moody. I don't know, man, and I don't care. Good luck fucking up the rest of your life and feeling depressed because girls think you have cooties and your life sucks and school blows and boo-freaking-hoo.
GOD these problems are SO FUCKING SMALL. You think you're in such twisted turmoil because you can't grow a FREAKING PAIR OF BALLS long enough to ask a girl for a kiss when she practically opens up the God damn door and says "HEY GUY, REWARDS FOR YOU, JUST BE A MAN AND ASK ME." Fuck. You don't realize how much I'd give to be a situation like yours where I have romance in my fucking hands again. You stupid insignificant piece of SHIT. That was cold. And I recognize it. But right now I mean it more than anything in the God damn world. I won't when I cool down, because it isn't actually true, but JUST GO LEARN TO BE A HUMAN BEING AND NOT A FUCKING ANTI-SOCIAL LOSER. I'm sick of seeing opportunities of romance squashed because people are squeemish. And I can't spell right now, but fuck you.
I would kill, I would slit motherfucking infantile throats to have at least someone to ponder romances over. Maybe this weather feels so weird because it's so fucking beautiful and I don't even have a God damn friend to hang out with and enjoy it with. So fucking EXCUSE ME if I'm 'giving up' on your problem. You said it yourself, you're giving up on her too. Sure, you said on 'it', but it means her as well. You don't think she's worth pursuit. You are no longer worth her time in turn. Good riddens you son of a bitch. STOP TAKING SUCH FUCKING AMAZING INTERACTIONS WITH AN AMAZING GIRL FOR FUCKING GRANTED. I'm sick of little shitstains doing this crap. Don't be like me in high school. Don't waste your time being lonely and watching people have happiness and ACTUALLY FUCKING HAVE IT. I'm enraged because I give a damn about you and you're wasting time because a little fucking pussy boy. You are BETTER THAN THIS. Find a reason not to be the guy glued on the computer with beauty outside and no more will to enjoy it.
Don't be me.
My friends don't take my advice, I find, and wonder why I get pissed when they continue to come to me for help. If you don't care enough about what I say to actually do it, then I simply don't give a fuck what happens to you in the realm of your life and its problems. I'll listen to what you have to say, but I'll no longer give my input because you obviously don't care to actually use it. Yea, it gets under my skin. Or maybe the air and the weather and whatever the FLYING FUCK is wrong with this day is making me moody. I don't know, man, and I don't care. Good luck fucking up the rest of your life and feeling depressed because girls think you have cooties and your life sucks and school blows and boo-freaking-hoo.
GOD these problems are SO FUCKING SMALL. You think you're in such twisted turmoil because you can't grow a FREAKING PAIR OF BALLS long enough to ask a girl for a kiss when she practically opens up the God damn door and says "HEY GUY, REWARDS FOR YOU, JUST BE A MAN AND ASK ME." Fuck. You don't realize how much I'd give to be a situation like yours where I have romance in my fucking hands again. You stupid insignificant piece of SHIT. That was cold. And I recognize it. But right now I mean it more than anything in the God damn world. I won't when I cool down, because it isn't actually true, but JUST GO LEARN TO BE A HUMAN BEING AND NOT A FUCKING ANTI-SOCIAL LOSER. I'm sick of seeing opportunities of romance squashed because people are squeemish. And I can't spell right now, but fuck you.
I would kill, I would slit motherfucking infantile throats to have at least someone to ponder romances over. Maybe this weather feels so weird because it's so fucking beautiful and I don't even have a God damn friend to hang out with and enjoy it with. So fucking EXCUSE ME if I'm 'giving up' on your problem. You said it yourself, you're giving up on her too. Sure, you said on 'it', but it means her as well. You don't think she's worth pursuit. You are no longer worth her time in turn. Good riddens you son of a bitch. STOP TAKING SUCH FUCKING AMAZING INTERACTIONS WITH AN AMAZING GIRL FOR FUCKING GRANTED. I'm sick of little shitstains doing this crap. Don't be like me in high school. Don't waste your time being lonely and watching people have happiness and ACTUALLY FUCKING HAVE IT. I'm enraged because I give a damn about you and you're wasting time because a little fucking pussy boy. You are BETTER THAN THIS. Find a reason not to be the guy glued on the computer with beauty outside and no more will to enjoy it.
Don't be me.