Deranged Editor’s Note: Don’t take this blog too seriously, or seriously at all. Sometimes, I just have to release anger, when there’s too much of it, through my blog.
Ever eaten Life, the cereal? I don’t think I ever have… but, thankfully, it’s irrelevant to this topic.
Rated TV-MA for Mature Language, Disturbing Reality.
If we had the ability to taste our own lives, how would it taste like? At the moment, I think I would rather eat shit than what life is feeding me right now. Fuck you, world. That’s right. I’m pissed as hell, and this is my blog and I’ll sound however mentally insane as I want to and as my mom thinks I am.
Let people do whatever the fuck they want to. They will anyway. It doesn’t really matter what you say. No, it doesn’t. You’re just there, just like they are. We are all just here. Let’s completely ignore our surroundings and see how far we get. Let’s completely ignore what people communicate to us and think we know everything, mother, and then everything will be A-fucking-OK.
This goes to all the other smart alecks I dealt with today. You’re not better than me. I’m not better than you. Get that through the brain I question you have.
I was not put on this earth to be abused, insulted, raped of my ability to freely function and be happy. I did not get to where I am now just so that I could be degraded all fucking day long by the bitch I am not proud to say I am the son of. Fucked-up home? I don’t know–I’ve seen worse. Fucked-up life? Eh. It’s up there. Fucked-up everything? Or fucked up everything? That’s what I’m not sure of… and it freaks me out.
Life fucks you over. But… if we’re still here, there’s still hope. Till a new day begins…
