Please kiss my ass time, my world.
This idea hisses in the last few days more and more through my head. I also know not know why, maybe in my nihilistic vein, perhaps my environment, maybe just me in general. Somehow it became obvious to me because it was the last time continuously too good. I almost always had my fun, looking forward in life and just let the world, his world. But it was just a logical consequence for me to be concluded that this situation would not last for eternity.
I have at the moment no head for nothing. Neither of my friends, nor for the Internet, nor for anything else. And I think I know why that is: I was recently in too many people. I'm not the extroverted type of person who although I'm not shy. I'm just not fond of crowds, as the ratio of jerks rises with the number of people. In the background music playing as often in autumn again The Cure - Bloodflowers. And these sounds can calm down a little. I sink in it think about something and to turn them off. Just forget this whole human stupidity in the world and I am for me.
It bugs me everything. Everything. At least all that robs me of my rest. Therefore, all people are ever less, because people must always talk. You can not even think for a minute the snout and completely silent. This silence is something so wonderful, something so perfect. In its pages you can find everything you need. You can turn, needs to hear anything stupid and just has his goddamn rest.
I feel so burned out, it sucks out. When I had a huge ogre chewed and spat out. I'm tired, just flat. When I was just running for months only. And in a kind of trance state. This past summer months have been, but four days, just to forget. It would give me no problems, simply delete these memories forever in my memory. My summer vacation was something of boring that I actually would have to be dead.
Then also this depressing thought in a vague future - Hartz is VI, I can do what I want. And my mother cares a damn about a permanent position. Instead Seriously worrying if she just babbles, what assholes are up there, where the RAF would be if they would take time. I can not hear anymore. This ever depressive Laberfotze boring and annoying me so penetrating, that I may soon become the killer. It is always about her bad, always. If someone is dirty - it's even worse. And especially when it comes time to do something in the household: they can not even today, it's today is not so good, they simply can not. God damn, they can never! And I know why: because can it is a anti-social, lazy Fettsau, just stop talking, babble, babble. And on the couch, eat and stare full of talk shows.
And always their eternal self-talk. Always babbles the old woman, if you listen to someone or not. And strangely enough, whenever she was previously in their social achso girlfriend Sylvia. God, why I'm just so damn sure that it pulls back Pepp? Answer: Because it would be nothing new. All well-known. Once she was there she does not sleep for nights, has mood swings, like a manic-depressive and shark is the only Labem. I hate them! I can not see them. I just need to get out of here. As fast and as far away as possible. When the old woman opens her mouth I think of me only....! "Shut up" And that now goes for days so listen to it just not that I can not I find it here any longer, and yet I am trapped here I feel like. .. in a prison to a prison for my mind And where I've stolen a phrase from Matrix - the bad thing about my situation is that there is not a virtual projection of a world, but this sadistic reality Life is simply very annoying. matter, which is proportional to their better future. It just sucks. It sucks, it sucks, it sucks. But suicide is not in it because I'm too good for it. I want no comfort, no compassion, but just peace and quiet. Is that too much to ask?
My sister is only the stupid gossip, slander sow discord and even if she wants to admit, of course. Her friend has a problem that I see, but why then is not finally in psychiatric treatment? It would be best for her, but she is stronger than all together. She is kind of sobering unstable, however, that the Leaning Tower as the foundation of the earth works. And I almost crushed my girlfriend with her love. She always wants to be with me. Nonstop at best. I love them too, and am very happy with her, but excessive succession seats only leads to inflation of harmony. But she wants yes no view. And alas, I can speak to it. I think there is no man who tolerates criticism worse than my girlfriend. And if I sometimes responsively, it is snapped. - My God, I can not help it that I am what I am. And if you do not like it, she has had bad luck. I have no desire to move me. I just wants his ego. Not always handle this extra in the shape of all other life. I was not born to be like me, would have different likes.
And you know what? I shit on it. I'm just me. When will I ever again be such a thing as happy, I must go now, just the risk of violence to land on the ground. But it can only be getting better.
your me you can lick my ass all the time, all. And do me the favor and go die please, please. If you did that, I'm beginning to accept you the way you are. For just seems to me my situation: it kills me, my mind, my character, just my being and fills it with some delicious programs to shape me. Now you can die only once. Now I'm on the trigger no longer play with and. Fuck you. Fuck you all.
With sardonic regards, I
(Yes, it I: Giga.)
