Everyone's asking why am I so fucking mad? goddamit what did
make you care?I hate it when you pretend to be worried I
hate it goddamit I hate it! so what if you're people who's
supposed to be close Does that give you an obligation to
care? Fucked up day, fucked up year, fucked up life, all the
fucking same, deal with it.
So here I am, not alone but so mad,I feel the nerves in my
stomach and wish I had someone to scream it on.So, what's
the point anyhow, you ask? just calm down, it can't be that
bad.. This isn't an arguement, it's rage, fury, stuck in you
, and goddamit, how the fuck am I suppose to get it out? I
got no one to yell at! no one who'll forgive me.He'll end up
blaming me, they will yell, she's isn't interested and she
can't talk right now. beautiful. absolutly beautiful.So
goddamn beautiful.And my oh my, I start wondering, what is
the point of all this? And I wake up to the bitter truth: I
have no choice, it grew within me,this time this place can
piss me and every little inch in body if I had a place to
scream in I would scream so much there will be barely voice
left and I wish I had someone, something to fuckig kick ,
and yel , and blame for this fucked up time, and I just
can't find anyone, the ones who'd understand aren't the ones
I wann scream on and the ones I do won't forgive me...what a
fucking maze, isn't anything simple in this world? the most
natural things and feelings are forbidden by society and
people in general, they count as lack of self disciplin
,shame, something hurtfull and needs to be distinct.So, for
the smart readers who got it,and for those who didn't.. I am
using you, dear readers! Are you feeling used? Really? Good
then! Goodnight everybody.