i'm so pissed w the universe now. as though i'm on a pms strike. anyways.. doesn't matter. i'm mad. and i'm blaming people and things. i'm holding a grudge to ppl who won't lend a fucking helping hand. i'm overzealous w this idea that i should give less of a fuck to everything, and things will be better. at least, i'd feel less of a pain when it comes to basically... everything.
you know what?
i suddenly find myself at the bottom of it all - so worn out by overthinking. by the smallest gestures. by stressing out on things i couldn't even have a say in.
at the end of the day, what's the whole fucking point?
who gives a shyt in what i want? and is that even that important anymore?
at this point, all i want to do is really to just stuff myself w yummy noms and have a nom coma. THAT and while watching my favorite serieses! fuck this and fuck everyone!
RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
(that excludes you sarah and the other few innocent souls. others BURN! DIE!!!)
of course i don't mean that, but there's this rage in me driven by hormones now that makes me say all this. i hope. i hope its a not a psy referral crying out loud inside of me.
i wish i could rant this over and over until my ears (or in this case, other's) bleeeeeed but fml i don't even have the fucking time.
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