"I have as much rage as you have. I have as much pain as you do. I have lived as much hell as you have. I've kept my bubbling under for you." Alanis Morissette. Sympathetic Character Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
And here I sit a top a crux. Staring down the four paths of a cross roads. And I cannot stand the people around me. The apathy, the down trodden foolish desiccation of souls I see in my friends makes me gag!
Be unenlightened because you have a learning disability, not because your lazy twats, to self absorbed feeling or refusing the feeling. But because I live apart and differently from you, doesn't mean you just get to make up the future or the past meant, cause we all know I can put all the shit in a casket.
How many friends do I have left? Well I don't know you tell me, but you ask that I not question what exactly has been done for you to deserve my loyalty? Then guess what, we ain't friends, we're just stepping stones. Push me. I push back! You have rage? You have pain? So do I and I will not condescend to compare what suffering is worse because the only reason us rag tag rogues ever formed a group in the first place was because we never thought anyone would get it.
I get it. I'm not an emotional wet nap. Nor a doctor or qualified to quantitate specific psychic trauma's. I wage a war against stupidity every fucking day. Yet you all wanna act dumb? Get your shit together. Figure it out cause I'm not going to be around for quite awhile. I can have no friends much easier than you can replace a friend like me. Then again I'M already gone.
How is that for a 50th blog?
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