You say you want me to stay on this planet, you tell me you care. But you never come to see me.
I once asked for help in my most darkest time and you told me to learn to be strong on my own.
I am strong on my own, I have made it this far, you know my past.
I made the mistake of trusting you, thinking we had so much in common, relaxing and letting you know more about me, slowly taking down the walls I built to keep everyone out. The walls I built to make myself strong.
Again I started to think maybe this planet isn’t that bad after all, there are some good people that will allow me belong somewhere.
But as soon as you found out that I was too different to the sheep that overpopulate this planet you did not want me anymore.
Because I’m not a brainwashed zombie I am a freak. Because I am different my beliefs are wrong.
I was abandoned in the exact same way as all the times before.
I’m fine with not belonging. But sometimes I wish I was ignorant too.
You tell me I will be fine, I will be better if I make friends, love myself, spend time with family, find a hobby bla bla bla. Fucking Idiot
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To Mr Ex. It will never end anyway. We could never be together. My hatred for the world is permanent and you just love everything. And I fucking hate Facebook. I hate people that need Facebook like you do. I fucking hate all the pretty young girls that have everything handed to them on a silver platter, that have life so easy because they are beautiful and happy. All you beautiful people get everything. I hate that there’s a never ending stream of beautiful young girls just falling into your lap, getting your attention, constantly messaging you on your stupid beloved Facebook, I hate that we fought about your stupid Facebook. All you people should just have your own fucking planet. I hate that i cannot look like them. I hate that the majority of all the girls you have on Facebook have photos of their perfect bodies in bikinis. And I hate that you were always on that fucking website. I felt like it was more important than me. UGGGHHHHHH wtf. I fucking hate all you beautiful people that don’t have to work hard to be accepted and loved. Life is a popularity contest and I’m an ugly fucking duckling. Screw this judgmental perverted fucking planet. You all worship beauty and sex.
I’ll drink my bottle of wine now. Me and you kitty, happy new year.
had a similar ex with an addiction to facebook… also hate ‘pretty young girls that have everything handed to them ona silver platter’ never understood why i can’t be one of them… that guy sounds like a jerk. you don’t belong with him..
I don’t belong with anyone. Was stupid enough to just completely stop eating food because of that bullshit.
My friends are all all all all prettier than me and it sucks when the guy you thought flirting at you was actually trying to get your friend’s attention. Not you. holy shit. i’m ugly
Wow. A lot of the things you say resonate with things I think a lot too. Too different to fit in and I don’t want to be one of them anyway. Except for the good looks. I would love to have that. Cuz you’re right, of course. They get all the glory. I’ve always said “Real life is for the wealthy and the beautiful”. They’re the ones who get to enjoy it. No such thing as love anyways. The whole world is obsessed with sex and confuses that with love. Which is just is not. Not that I even know about the sex part as I’m about to be a 44 year old virgin soon. But, I care less and less about that over time anyway.
I care less and less about a lot of things anymore.
Being a virgin would be great. Better then feeling disgusting and used. Ugh. I have started to feel that sex is just something humans have made so evil. I read somewhere that there is porn being sold in some countries where women are actually getting raped and physically abused in these videos and people watch it for pleasure? These women are beaten, cut and violently raped and people enjoy seeing this? WHY?????
Children are sold as sex slaves, some parents even sell their OWN children as sex slaves. WTF WTF. This is just all over the world.
91 women protesters at the protest in tahrir in 2013 where raped, while everyone was protesting together and in the sight of everyone else who was involved in that protest. 91 women raped WTF, when we call come together in such large groups there’s so much violence!
wtf wtf! I’m out before this shit gets worse. because this all of this will just be normal one day because the media says its ok.
You’re inadvertently challenging the world you know by this post. When you challenge something you oppose it and it usually involves some sort of resistance which means your a strong person. You might not know it.
I don’t know about strong. I used to tell people, real people around me (not over the internet) about all of the other things we ignore that goes on in this world. People stop talking to me and ignore because of that. I think a strong person wouldn’t let that silence them.
sorry, internet people are real too..
what is beauty when we all die with wrinkles?
Not always. I think strong people are able to challenge conventions objectively with principles founded in logic and reason. For example I believe everyone should have access to education. I was lucky enough to have my courses subsidised yet I advocate that the government should assist those who want to learn even though there’s no pecuniary or other advantage for me because it’s what I believe. Even if it’s open to abuse I think it’s a system that can benefit everyone. So, standing up for what you believe in is an indication of strength notwithstanding it’s benefits and disadvantages when you feel it helps others.
Very deep eternal… It’s a pity that 99% of this generations men are lying, cheating, scumbag fuck-wits. I too have lived that life, been mis-lead, been told what I wanted to hear, built a wall only to have another lying fuck-wit break in to rip me apart again. I’ve learned that at the end of everyday, you will only have yourself. I would love to believe there is a magical partner in this world who would accompany me to my grave, to share my life with… but this is a mere fantasy. I hope you make it through this and learn to protect your heart wisely. One is the loneliest number, but also the safest. If you ever need to talk, I would gladly listen. 🙂
Thanks everyone. It’s nice finally finding people that understand or are going through the same sort of thing.