Now, I’m probably going to piss off a bundle of train wrecks, fuck
ups, or even some coke heads, which is fine, but I think it’s time for a little
heart to heart. You are right, I've never stepped in your shoes for a
day, and you’re completely right, I don’t understand. However, that is
precisely the point; I don’t understand. I don’t understand why people would
continue to put themselves through the worst situations they can possibly
imagine. I can’t understand how someone could continue to just let their lives
go to shit. And I have no idea what the hell you were talking about when you
were blabbing about that thing and the stuff and…ugh
So
how do you complain about people complaining about other people’s complaints?
Well, if I had to answer that, I would say you just do it. But I’m not going
that rout. What I is going to say in plain English…
Oh,
you’re life has literally gone to shit? Tell me more. I love hearing the sounds
of freight trains flying by and literally crushing your dreams. I want up to
the minute updates of people breaking into your house and stealing/vandalizing
your shit. END SARCASM. Like honest to fucking Christ, who the fuck do you hang
out with it? Seriously? Wait, you actually have intentions on getting your shit
together? Well, for starters, Facebook doesn’t care about your woes, nor do the
people reading about it, however, the amusement of your poor excuse of life
allows me to pass my lunch break at school. So, thank you for that. Moving on,
your friends in jail, or have had multiple run ins with the law. Yeah, they
gotta go. Tell them, hey we had some good times, but this shit too cray for me…
Third, American Pie, it make every day
worth living for. Forth, it can always be worse…
Oh,
you want to be the buzz kill that shit’s on everyone’s redundant statuses by
posting a redundant buzz kill status? Well, you can literally go and fuck yourself. You’re not that funny and
cleaver. I think that’s all that really needs to be said about that… I mean,
let’s face it. You’re a tool.
Oh,
you’re back and want to give me an update on how amazing your life suddenly is?
Fantastic! I’ll get the rusty box cutters I found next to some crumbs and your
crack pipe I found in your car. Here you go. Do what you do best, because I
sure as shit don’t believe that you have made the necessary turnaround in life.
It’s been literally 36 fucking hours since your life was literally “ending” and
that you had no idea what else could possibly go wrong. I remember that
specifically, because had been saying that all week…
Oh,
I insulted you with my little soul searching joke? My apologies, I must have
missed that message you left on my voice mail when you finally returned my phone
call after four fucking years.
Oh,
you hashtag on Facebook? Little known fact, it was actually started on twitter
and has been rendered useless on Facebook. But keep doing it, looking like a
fuck head is in this season.
Oh,
you hate twitter? That’s fine, you should post about it on Facebook that way
you can contradict your points…
Oh,
you posted a blog about the stupid shit that people instagram? That’s weird, I
did the same thing but with Facebook statuses. People still didn’t give shit,
but hey… what was your name again, you’re sort of irrelevant to my life… Ouch.
Oh,
you’re deleting friends on Facebook? I hope I make the cut… Really will save me
the time for doing it later…
Oh, you purposely act like a bag of douches just to show people that you can be an evil fucking person? Well, I can play that game too... I said I can, but I'm not going to. I mean, after all, who gives a shit if I can make someone cry or bleed. Now I have to deal with all the psychological bullshit that follows. I don't have time for your problems. I got my own.
Well, I think that's enough. I'm just so glad I have lost my cynicism. I misplaced it for a whil... Who am I kidding, I didn't lose it, I just held back a bit. But to much avail, fuck it
Keep posting song lyrics, I love that shit!!!
* Smiley face with a shit eating grin*
