I hav so much hate to throw out here, so much negativity buried inside my chest its not a pun intended matter anymore. For long I’ve tried to bring myself to terms of living happily ever after, but everytime I use those words, I curse he who came up with the term.
For now I don’t believe in happily ever afters. For some weird reason, it seems to me, happily ever after just isn’t for me. Even when it comes to me, it won’t be in the shape I’ve imagined it in my feeble little mind.
It’s more or less like parents, they will never understand your needs for certain things, God perceives it similarly I guess. Dear God, please provide me with an XBox 360 with Kinect. Love ME!
And voila, a brand new Nintendo Wii. XBox, Xbloody fuckin BOX with KI fuckin NECT. Wasn’t that simple? and the voice replies, you wanted a gaming console, you have a gaming console, all the same is it not?
Anywho, I’ve begun to despise people with happy vibes. How could you, you morons, you idiots. It stings me, your vibes sting me, they don’t feel like acupuncture needles or nipple piercings which would be self induced torture. No. They sting me like I’ve been pushed into a cactus tree. They sting me like I’ve fallen into a pit full of needles and I need to have many more jabbing into my skin before I could crawl out and start pulling them out.
People should have more respect for the likes of me, the ones with confused vibes, black within when bright outside, bright within when gray clouds rise.
There are times when a bright shiny morning becomes the biggest threat to my existence, when I perceive happy people as zombies out to eat my brain. And they prove me right every time.
Life isn’t a happy subject matter, it just isn’t. We were thrown here to create our happiness. And over the years we’ve been TAUGHT to either materialize them as products, or buy them off those who have materialized them. I want to be the latter, the one with enough money to purchase them. Make me RICH, Please!
This stupid rant, which is neither interesting to read, nor pleasing enough to keep is going to become my embarrassment for a while to come because at the moment, it is me!