Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I'm good, I'm gone

its a mystery to me how some people can honestly live. with all these negative things happening around them.
crying about a lost love
bitching about moral standards
yelling about how someone drives

i don't want to be apart of anything anymore

would i much rather be alone?
Lost in my own thoughts and reasoning.
isolated from the bullshit.
being selfish and thinking of only what i want.
bringing good vibes and positive karma, by ignoring everyone around me and treating people how i want to be treated.

Why cant you all just leave me alone?

The more i seem to try and fix my hatred for the human race, the more they prove how shitty they are.
I want relationships and connections.
But how can that happen when I'm surrounded by complete fucking morons?


Sure my hearts broken and i have an unusually short temper, but why must you be so stupid?

at one in the morning am i sitting here thinking of how much i hate people and how much i want to be alone. thinking of how i can change to make them happy? no it should be how to make them change. why are there so few that understand what i do. why cant let go to my grudges and be a bimbo like everyone else

would i really be happier if i were to be apart of what i deeply hate.... i doubt it
I want to have an impact on the soul and figure out how to make things easier and better to live in

I'm surrounded by foul toxic environments that seem to be around every corner.

why are you all such terrible souls? why do you have to live like mongrels

1 comment:

  1. change others - bimbos try & change others too. We are all trying to convert everybody else to our religion [our values our perspective of the righteous life] . Reminisce to see if you have ever hurt anyone or been someone less than you may believe to be right now, and try to empathize with the dumbasses who are sadly stuck in their drama-obsessed repetitively meaningless lifestyles. But don't curb to be like anyone else or they will have converted you.

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