There’s nothing else I could do, but to cry. It depresses me so much that I wasn’t there for you when you needed someone. Most of all, I wasn’t able to stop you from whatever shit that network marketing can do to ruin your life. I fucking hate how useless I was. I am so sorry for getting tired of you ranting to me how sucky your life is. I’m sorry if I only hear you half-hearted because I was tired of my own troubles. I’m sorry that I can’t do anything for you right now.
FUCK ALL YOU DIRTY OLD MEN WHO RAPE GIRLS BECAUSE THEY ARE DEFENSELESS AND WEAK. DEMONS! SATANS! ASSHOLES OF THE EARTH! I HOPE HELL WILL BURN YOUR SOUL INTO LESS THAN ASHES. I HOPE IT’S PAINFUL. I HOPE IT’S EXCRUCIATING. I HOPE YOU SCREAM SO BAD AND FEEL THE FEAR THAT THESE GIRLS FELT WHEN YOU RAPED THEM. I HOPE YOU WISHED YOU NEVER EVEN EXISTED TO FEEL HELL. FUCK YOU. FUCK ALL OF YOU.
FUCK YOU F*******! FUCK YOU AND YOUR PRINCIPLES! FUCK YOU FOR PUSHING THE YOUTH TO GO AND DO EVERYTHING JUST TO EARN! FUCK YOU FOR MAKING THEM THINK THAT IT’S ALL ABOUT BELONGING TO THE NTH MILLIONAIRE’S CLUB! FUCK YOU FOR MAKING THEM BELIEVE THAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT MONEY AND GETTING RICH, AND TOURING AROUND THE WORLD FOR FREE —- AND ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS TO ASK PEOPLE TO JOIN YOUR HYPOCRITE ORGANIZATION! HOPE YOU BURN WITH THESE SHITHEADED RAPISTS!
I’m not gonna put myself in the most this-is-so-awkward-what-am-i-gonna-do-type of situation. (Repeat ‘til fade)
Headache + Confusion + Ice Cream
Wow Tumblr. I missed you.
"The whole terrible fight occurred in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there that we experience our victories and our defeats. Each and everyone of us is a being of limited duration: all of us eventually go down to defeat."
You were sad, so you looked up
just like what you always do
when you feel.
You loved them before you felt sad;
you loved your life before you had that short walk home;
But it ruined everything -
everything you appreciated just seconds ago;
because she was worried.
It was normal;
it’s supposed to be normal.
You should have been indifferent -
but you just can’t.
So you felt sad because it does exist;
and then you looked up,
hoping to feel better.
Someone is at the door,
and she’s shouting.
Why is she shouting?
What made her so furious?
Is it because she wanted to use the bathroom?
But you’ve only been here for like a,
a short while. Aren’t you?
What is it?
Did you hear the word “water”?
Oh, so she wants you to turn down the pressure of the running water.
Is it that high?
Is it about saving water?
Or is it about saving your bill?
Either way, you do not care
because you are happy.
Just squatting there in front of the faucet makes you happy.
Happy? Is this what happiness feels like?
A little more like contentment, or like-ness.
You liked it.
You like the feel of the water rushing through your palms.
You like the push and glide.
Even though your fingers are already wrinkling;
even though the bucket is already full and the water is spilling;
even though someone’s already shouting at you;
even though your thighs are already burning;
you just stay there, and watch the water fill and leave your palms.
Do you see yourself on it?
Somehow, you see yourself on the water —
it resembles your fullness.
Yes, you are full.
You are full of feelings and emotions never expressed;
and all it needs is a little tap and turn on the faucet,
and you will flow.
You will rush.
You will push and glide.
You will pass through the hands that try to cup you off.
You will get through the big wall called LIFE.
Until then, she has no choice but to wait for you to come out —
right when you are already satisfied
of just squatting there in front of the faucet.