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Oh my gosh, Where to begin? Im just so pissed right now.
Im so mad at myself for being so dumb, I can't
believe I'm still trying to hold on to a lying
bitch. Fuck , I just need to get this all out
somehow. I think burning all her memories and
pictures will do me good. Even though I wish
I didn't have to. Ah whatever she probably
already had sex with at least three other guys.
Damn, excuse my language but seriously
Jesus!!!!! There isn't enough words
in the dictionary to describe how mad I am at her.
...
Questions I ask myself, every now and then..
Have you ever thought why you want a career?
I don't want one. I could care less If I was a bum or a doctor,
I could care less If I had 1 million dollars or 1 cent.
I hate having expectations, why in hell do I have to be here?
Why in hell was I even born? to fulfill a dream? what dream? My parents dream, thats what I'm fulfilling right now. I want to break free from all this fakeness and lying faces. I want to walk endlessly with out a purpose and sleep between cars or empty boxes and eat worms or burned frijoles.
I want to be extinct. I want to dissapear from this world.
I never asked to be born, but now Im asking to be gone.
I want to leave, and get away from all this.
I mean I do not even want love,
nor someone to talk to anymore.
I just want myself and a fish stick everyday.
Im tired of fighting all this emotions
and tired of caring about my father's feelings.
I wanna quit now, because I can't see myself doing anything
better than being a pessimistic, narrow minded kid, who could
care less about friends, or even love itself.
Nothing ever works out at the end, and neither will
the goals I need to achieve. Why try to succeed,
when after 50 years my body will rot and my wife will fuck
some other dork.
We all die at the end, no matter what you are or what you'll be.
Why try so hard If happiness will never come.
You say that what matters is what you have lived
for those years or more, you say all the memories you
had were worth your time here today. Well I could care less because
all those memories were fake.
When you are sick in bed about to die, your own kids will be figthing for your will and wishing you were dead to begin with.
A few will go to heaven, if there is even one. But a lot more
will meet me down in hell for a game of poker and cup of shit,
for a story of what it was like to live lonenly and sad in the darkness of my heart.
Im so mad at myself for being so dumb, I can't
believe I'm still trying to hold on to a lying
bitch. Fuck , I just need to get this all out
somehow. I think burning all her memories and
pictures will do me good. Even though I wish
I didn't have to. Ah whatever she probably
already had sex with at least three other guys.
Damn, excuse my language but seriously
Jesus!!!!! There isn't enough words
in the dictionary to describe how mad I am at her.
...
Questions I ask myself, every now and then..
Have you ever thought why you want a career?
I don't want one. I could care less If I was a bum or a doctor,
I could care less If I had 1 million dollars or 1 cent.
I hate having expectations, why in hell do I have to be here?
Why in hell was I even born? to fulfill a dream? what dream? My parents dream, thats what I'm fulfilling right now. I want to break free from all this fakeness and lying faces. I want to walk endlessly with out a purpose and sleep between cars or empty boxes and eat worms or burned frijoles.
I want to be extinct. I want to dissapear from this world.
I never asked to be born, but now Im asking to be gone.
I want to leave, and get away from all this.
I mean I do not even want love,
nor someone to talk to anymore.
I just want myself and a fish stick everyday.
Im tired of fighting all this emotions
and tired of caring about my father's feelings.
I wanna quit now, because I can't see myself doing anything
better than being a pessimistic, narrow minded kid, who could
care less about friends, or even love itself.
Nothing ever works out at the end, and neither will
the goals I need to achieve. Why try to succeed,
when after 50 years my body will rot and my wife will fuck
some other dork.
We all die at the end, no matter what you are or what you'll be.
Why try so hard If happiness will never come.
You say that what matters is what you have lived
for those years or more, you say all the memories you
had were worth your time here today. Well I could care less because
all those memories were fake.
When you are sick in bed about to die, your own kids will be figthing for your will and wishing you were dead to begin with.
A few will go to heaven, if there is even one. But a lot more
will meet me down in hell for a game of poker and cup of shit,
for a story of what it was like to live lonenly and sad in the darkness of my heart.