Myself: God I can't stand people. Any of them. Fuck em. Fuck em all. I'm done with everyone. No one can be happy or real or true. I don't feel like talking ever again. I just want to do my own thing. Try to live and not be mad or angry or happy or feel anything at all. And be mute. Talking is what makes humans fuckers. Fucking can't stand anymore of this so-called life bullshit. I'm ready to leave everyone here and never come back.
Myself: But it's so much more than that ____... It's not just about getting away. It's about everyone and the question of whether or not people change and if they ever could change? Everyone is the same everywhere. Nowhere is different. It's all a circle and a cycle and sooner or later you are back at the beginning.
Yes, I realize I didn't put what the other person said. And that is just a bummer. It's not even worth typing. They don't understand anything I'm really trying to express. They are making it about them and I can't handle other peoples problems let lone mine.
If the end of every semester if going to be like this then give me the noose now.
This is not worth a better job, car, lifestyle.
Who needs any of that?
What was wrong with bread being a quarter and gas being a dollar?
Who decided that any of that needed to change?
That anything ever needs to change?
Who the fuck says or decides this?
Fuck you whoever you are.
