Describing the apathetic views of certain illogical peers seems to be quite exhausting at times and I frequently find myself wishing to me transported to a higher plane of existance where my perturbance is but a relic.
So forgive me for preventing my tongue from further delivering tidbits of distaste from you.
Keeping my mouth shut was purposely happening as of late due to the fact that sheep continuously devote their time to lack of a happy existance. Technology promotes easier living though in the end most often, less rewarding.
Kate, just shut it.
Yea alright whatever. Anyways.
You have your world. I have mine. Mayhaps a time or two they interconnect but nothing more in common does it spin out to become so my 'friends' as it were, many of you I relinquish to just memories of the good times we've had. I lack the willpower to wish to make an effort anymore when your end suffers from care. Well fuck that you care you're just far too lazy to get off your ass and out of your comfort zone for once.
Fine, stay the fuck on the same unimpressive track that you have been on all your life. Never get the hell out of your little bubble, never have the balls to confront anyone or rock any bridges. I'm so done with most of you. Time to shed off the dead weight.
Yea, that means you dumbass.
So get the fuck over it.
And yourself.
Then again if you really cared.
I wouldn't have wasted my time writing this.
Why even did I when no one is going to read it.
Teehee.
 | Currently listening: Rant in E-Minor By Bill Hicks Release date: 25 February, 1997 |
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