Fucking a. Yeah I wish I could fucking drink away my sorrows but guess fucking what, whoever's still dead today is gonna be DEAD TOMORROW. don't join fucking shit that people are a part of if you're fucking drunk and going to fuck it up and not listen to fucking directions.
I fucking wish I could just DRINK whenever something bad happened. Someone dies!? DRINK THE NIGHT AWAY! Pet dies?! DRINK! Something fucking bad happens? DRINK!
And I tried it. I did. But drinking solves fucking NOTHING for you or for anyone else. Now, drinking is fun and to have a good time with it is nice, socially, etc. But to drink and join things that other people are going to be a part of and depend on you for? Nah. Nah dude. Nah. You can fuck off.
I just had a tank that was drunk because his grandpa died. YOU KNOW WHAT I DID WHEN MY GRAMPS DIED? I FUCKING WORKED, WENT HOME, ATE DINNER, SLEPT, AND WENT BACK TO FUCKING WORK. Fuck all these weak ass fucking bitches who can't take a fucking problem and handle it BACK INTO THE FUCKING GROUND WHERE IT BELONGS. FUCK! And even going through my breakup, yeah, I got drunk a few nights, but I soon realized that it meant fucking nothing because guess what, she's still there laughing with her guild in the fucking morning, so why bother wasting money on that shit? One year of that... god I was such a fucking pussy. Jesus christ. I could write a whole post just hating on my past self for being a goddamn idiot. Shoulda fucking tossed her out as soon as we broke up. BUT I guess I wouldn't be where I am today if I did most likely, so, eyyy. Cool job, school, the works. Better than she's ever going to have it what with the "social anxiety". Bitch fucking please as soon as you were on those meds you were hopping on that cock carousel like the rest of the women on this planet right now.
At least I got a piece of gear out of it.
Oh great, it's something I didn't need. Goddamn it.
And yeah, I know I used to be a wimpy fucking babby piece of shit but after being that way my whole life and being mentally stepped on by people who don't care about me, it's fucking done. If you can't handle your fucking problems without "EMOSHUNAL SUPPORTZ" then fuck you, go kill yourself. And if you can't kill yourself then I guess it's time to fucking GET REAL and live for yourself, cause you're the only one that matters in this life, so make it fucking count.
There is only one thing I will always be a little bitch about, though, but I'm getting better about it.
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