Saturday, March 17, 2018

inevitable suicide

i fuckin' hate this fuckin' life so much. i'm so totally fucking done living it. trying to make friends. it's fucking pointless. there's no one i want to be friends with. i hate everything i see. spent the last few months talking to ron and abbey, they couldn't give a fuck about me. i haven't heard from dawn in months, so she obviously cares. that's really the only three people i've managed to connect with this whole time, and i can't get them to give a fuck about me. i can't get them to even reciprocate what i give, they just think i'm not giving anything. fuck it. what the fuck is the point. i'm so done living this stupid pathetic fucking life. i can't wait to get the fuck off this stupid plastic fucking planet. a planet full of consumers, and i was hoping to make a friend out of one of them. what a fucking moron. how so many people have to persistently misunderstand me like it hasn't gotten fun enough yet.

fuck you all.
fuck your planet.
fuck your products.
fuck your fears.
fuck your excuses.
fuck your dogs, gods, and drugs.
fuck your skintight pants.
and fuck you.

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