It’s Like That

Why is it possible for your words to trump mine but that my words never trump yours? You’re going to say “My word doesn’t always trump yours.” That’s what is known as either irony or a paradox. Why the fuck should I do anything at all and why the fuck do you tell me how the world is and how everything is if I’m feeling this? This fucking tearing and ripping echoing this fucking travesty that everyone else, especially fellow mentally different people, piss me the fuck off? I’m simultaneously pissed the fuck off and wanting to escape all of this but I cannot escape without doing shit that hurts. Doing nothing hurts and doing something hurts and it’s too much work for my lazy bitchass self. I only do shit that doesn’t make a difference, like post bullshit on the internet.