If you’re born into a poor family, an abusive family, a rich family, a strict family, a dumb family, a broken up family, a close-together family, a famous family…you just have to suffer (or for some, enjoy the privleges). It sucks, you come into this world with everything planned for you, and you’re forced to accept it. Try to run away…you’ll be on your way back home. Try to call CPS…they’ll tell you to stay home because your living conditions aren’t “bad enough”. It’s all ridiculous; absolutely ridiculous. What more will it take for people to realize that we’re all nothing but slaves?
I feel as though there are different parts of me that constantly keep taking over myself. One side does stuff that ‘I’ do not do or accept, one is sad all the time, one is child-like, one is nice and angelic, one is rude and hateful…I don’t know what to do. I can’t make decisions because I’m never in the same mood/thought process within the same two hours. I tried to tell my mother about my situation, and she thinks that IÂ do have control over my life/actions, I’m just pretending as though I don’t. And I’m afraid that if she tells me that again, she’ll […]
Why couldn’t I have been a miscarried child, or an aborted child? Why couldn’t my mother have gotten her tubes tied? Why couldn’t I’d stop breathing after I was born?
I can’t even imagine how great things would’ve been had I not been born into this disgusting world. No pain, no sorrow, no nothin’….I couldve just been the nothingness that I deserved to be.
I don’t like the greedy psychiatrist that shoves pills down everyone’s throat in order to buy a $300 tie. I don’t like the yuppies that play golf on a nice evening while slavekind pays off their “debts”. I don’t like the alcoholics. I don’t like the party-ers. I don’t like the girl that is so desperate for attention to the point of it being sickening. I don’t like the person that doesn’t say “hello” when I say “hello”. I don’t like the soccer moms that think they’re properly raising their children, when they’re not. I don’t like politicians. I don’t like “famous people”. I don’t like the […]
What’s there left to it? Or shall I say – what did it have in the first place? It seems as though we’ve  instantly been  preconditioned into thinking that life is a “gift” and should be cherished wholeheartedly. Well, you can take this garbage gift and get your refund, ’cause I don’t want it anymore, and never have wanted it. There is nothing “beautiful” or “magnificent” about “life” – I’ve seen more spontaneous things in the toilet bowl. What’s the point of carrying out what’s already been planned? Go to school, work, marry, have children, retire, die. We’re supposed to be satisfied by what exactly – […]