I get these weird feelings. Sometimes I just want to cry, sometimes I just wat to punch something but it’s crazy because that’s not me. I like to drink, I like mint and whenever I drink I carry mint around with me. I just fucking hate everything and I’ve tried everything to just get rid of it. Everyone tells me I’m such a good singer but then everyone hates it when I sing. I can’t even jam with people because whenever I start to sing with them they think I’m showing off. It’s like I can’t even do what I love anymore. And then they judge me; the way I walk, talk,eat write. I FUCKING HATE IT. I’m trying my best not to let the hate get into me. uugggh it just sucks. It’s like being in a world of secret torture. And then there are those people who make you think that they’re your friends but then you just end up being their slave and they brainwash you into realizing what a worthless peice of shit you are because your NOT as pretty, NOT as smart and certainly NOT as sociable as them. Everyone just turns you into a punching bag and you just let them be because you understand that they must feel horrible and they must have shit going on in their lives that you don’t know about but then you realize that they don’t actually care about you even if you care about them. And you get tired and wasted and just so damn sick of all the crap they give you but you don’t tell anyone, show anyone and it just fucking sucks. And you wanna get rid of it but you can’t. You just wanna help people but nobody sees that. You just wanna fit in but no one accepts that. You just wanna die but no one allows that. Because they need a fucking punching bag- and that punching bag is you.
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So punch back..
i dont agree w anything. dying of a heart attack at 32 is unheard off especially a vegan.
Yeah fling your turds like a monkey, dear. Summon all of your bluebird powers and dig deep. Spit in their eye and kick their balls up into their throats. And be sure to tell ’em that the changeling sent ya.