It’s not even 6:00 am, it’s not even a week day and yet here’s life giving me more shit. Seems to be a never-ending vicious cycle and I’m just about fed up. As far as I’m concerned life can go fuck itself, and I use the word life loosely because this ain’t no life. Sometimes things get taken away to free up your hands for something better ??? I’m calling bullshit. Life feels like a bully sometimes, and when a bully takes your stuff, you don’t get nothing back, let alone something better. Well I say Fuck You life, I’m done with your wratchet ass, punk ass *****, sorry about the cussin but that’s where I’m at. I’m done, I’ve learned to deal with the depression, the anxiety, and even the loss, but I’ll be damned if this world will let me deal with the anger. When all it does is make me mad to the point that I feel the need to tear shit up. Lmfao I’m out !!! See y’all in the funny papers.
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1. Pour yourself a bowl of Rice Krispies.
2. Add the milk.
3. Put your ear close to the bowl.
4. Imagine that everyone who ever pissed you off has been shrunk down to a very tiny size, and all that snap-crackle-popping is the sound of their bones being crushed by equally tiny elephants and sharks.
I’m gonna have to try this.
The old Rice Krispies therapy. They teach that at Harvard. That’s a great therapy. I’m gonna try it.
Anger’s not a bad place to be. There’s action in anger. When you sink into apathy and give upness, that sucks. Tearing things up might help, for a little while. Go for it and the Rice Krispies too.
Damn, life’s a b****