| Monday, 23 April 2007 |
| shut the f*ck up |
Humans are such unbelievably daft creatures.
I have been typing and re-typing this entry for the past 15 minutes or so. But I just can't seem to type out anything that makes sense, or rather anything that I want to say.
And in the end, its one of those things that's part of a writer's intuition: that if something is giving you that much trouble in execution, it probably means that what you should just get rid of it.
So I'm just going to trim the fat here, and just give you the essence so to speak.
Please just shut the f*ck up.
I want to just live through a day where I don't have to deal with helping anyone, or anything, make a decision; where I don't have to help anyone, or anything bear any responsibilities; where I can just lay down on my bed and not have that voice going in your head 'you need to do this and that.... for her/him/them'.
I shouldn't be helping you live your stupid freaking freak show of a life.
All I want is a day where I don't have listen to people yapping away about their problems. Not when I am trying to solve mine. Is that too hard to ask?
To all those who tagged: thanks. And sorry I can't type anything more erm... thoughtful or whatever to express my gratitude. I am not in the mood right now. And I'm seriously sorry you have to deal with such a grumpy prick like me. Humble apologies.
Grrrrrr.Labels: emo, meltdown |
posted by voldemort33 @ 23:43  |
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