Monday, July 21, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
"I'm Fine.."
I really hate my life. I always try my goddamn hardest to make the people that I care about happy, and it's usually at my own expense. I comfort people, I give them advice, I always make sure that they're ok. It would be really nice if I at least got some sort of recognition once in a while for the things I do for people. But I guess that's the way I'm destined to live. A perpetual silent hero. I even feel guilty about calling myself a hero. I don't deserve that. In the end, everyone else will be happy except me, and I don't think there really will be anything that could change that and it terrifies me. I try to step out of my element as much as possible so maybe at least I can be happy for a change, but I always fall back into this self-loathing state because I'm always a little bit unhappier when I see other people unhappy. Whatever, I fucking give up. I always try to do my best, maybe I falter sometimes or often but I give all that I can give. I'm sorry if I let people down. I'm not perfect but I know I do try my hardest to make everyone's lives a little bit more bearable. I want to seek guidance, but I know nobody will truly understand me for who I am, or worse, care enough to help. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sorry.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Come Back Margaret
I have a feeling that the reason why people are so put off by me is that I'm so unsure of what I plan to do with my future. Just a thought that's been brewing in my head.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Happy Birthday America
Fuck you.
You're not hip. You're not cool. You're not trendy. You're not righteous.
Don't try to play yourself off like you are. You're not fooling anyone sweetheart.
You have bad taste in art. You have bad taste in music. You have bad taste in fashion.
You love all these artists and all these musicians, but deep down, you only do because it's the cool thing to do. Admit it.
You're not an artist. You're not a musician. You're not a poet. You're not anything.
You're just a pretentious, condescending, untalented elitist cunt. Drifting your way through life having everything hand fed to you on a silver spoon.
Go fuck yourself and your fucking clique.
You're not hip. You're not cool. You're not trendy. You're not righteous.
Don't try to play yourself off like you are. You're not fooling anyone sweetheart.
You have bad taste in art. You have bad taste in music. You have bad taste in fashion.
You love all these artists and all these musicians, but deep down, you only do because it's the cool thing to do. Admit it.
You're not an artist. You're not a musician. You're not a poet. You're not anything.
You're just a pretentious, condescending, untalented elitist cunt. Drifting your way through life having everything hand fed to you on a silver spoon.
Go fuck yourself and your fucking clique.
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