Haha
I’m a fucking waste. I’m a fucking nightmare that you can’t wake up from. I’m in a fucking slump. What’s your fucking excuse? You think I’m here to lead you to good times and great advice? Fuck that and fuck you. I’m dead. I’m dead and no one here realizes it. Did you think shit was gonna magically work the way you wanted it to? Did you think that higher aspiration would get you to that cloud nine you’ve wanted since you were a child?
Keep fucking dreaming.
I’m not some goddamn Confucius.
I don’t have parting bits of wisdom after every adjourning of souls.
I’m a fucking drunk with nothing going for him in life.
I merely tell you shit that I SHOULD have done, but don’t have the fucking balls to do.
You don’t want my advice. You don’t want my opinion. You want to live in your naive little world, undisturbed by the harsh realities of life.
I commend you.
I, for one, wish I could be so ignorant.
But alas, it is not so. But what do I know, right?
“All love is different”
“All stories are the products of our very own imagination”
Your dreams and aspirations are no better than those fucking rip-off movies that embarrass themselves continuously, playing day after day, trying their best to will themselves to the top of the most viewed list, waiting inconsequentially, as their names printed in those credits are burned and forgotten in time.
Don’t make me fucking laugh.
