Wednesday, 6 March 2019

Be nice or go away.

Say something nice or go away. I swear to god if the next thing that comes out of your mouth is any kind of judgment, anything that even resembles something malicious, a fucking observation that would rub me the wrong way, i swear to fucking god i will riot.
Long time no see, let's skip the pleasantries because right now i'm everything but. It wasn't a bad week, this day wasn't shit at all, but some of my pent up anger got released and i feel like i am going to go crazy if i don't scream; i swear i'm gonna scream myself hoarse and won't regret a second of it. Would that make me feel better? Probably not, but what are my options here. It's like, letting this kind of shit fly is fucking damaging my fucking sanity, i can't start a single conversation, can't answer a single question, can't even think properly with this much pettiness and negativity in this shoebox of a room. Get a hobby kid, and mind your own goddamn business. Is that too much to ask? And this goes out to anyone, everyone, who thinks that a proper conversation starters should without a doubt start with slamming some other person just because you don't agree with what they do. Does it hurt anybody? If the answer's no, then let it go, move on, bon voyage and fuck off. It's really that simple.
On another note, yeah, i've been away from home a bit too long so i didn't really have an outlet this week so this will have to play substitute. Fuck this, jesus, i'm still angry as shit. How about something nice, anything, tell me about the weather or a fresh, new meme? Maybe you saw a dog yesterday, tell me about the fucking dog you saw two years ago because i....... I'm breathing. I'm cool, 's alright.
Don't read between the lines, just start saying nice things more and keep your mean opinions about people you've never met to yourself, because newsflash, nobody gives a shit about who you dislike because they looked at you sideways. Or just get a twitter and scream into the void like normal people, and oh yeah, ffs leave me out of it. 

Thursday, 7 February 2019

Do not call December dull

Do not call December dull,
Oh do not dare
for its greatness shined so fiercely once
as the Winter warmed a cold heart;
warmed a lonely, frozen, yet beating heart
to raise me forever in its debt.
I will not mourn the slippery roads
and brakes that wouldn't hold;
I promise, no more.
For the chill has left my soul
the moment I was let to come home.
Do not call December dull
oh do not dare,
for its greatness shined so fiercely once,
for it was me who it saved.