There’s a reason why you don’t trust people. You’re just gonna get fucked. They’ll fuck you into things, out of things, around every possible road they can, and they’ll just keep fucking you over and over and over again. And the people you SHOULD be able to trust and count on, you know, like your damn family!...yeah, they’ll fuck you too. They’ll tell you to call whenever you need anything, then the single time you do, holy shit are you making a mistake. Because guess what? You’re an inconvenience, you’re a cost. You’re an unwanted burden because you aren’t immediate. But then, (and this is just hysterical to me), as soon as you can benefit them, they throw the smallest things in your face and make you feel bad so that you HAVE to do things for them. If someone inconveniences YOU….then who gives a shit? Just do it for them, right? Yeah, I fucking loooove guilt trips, so much that I drive myself into them to save someone else the trouble. (Wait, could I borrow your car since I’m too fucking poor to even afford my own goddamn license?)
Have any prospects? Well you just better say, “Le ve” to those, bitch, ‘cause you’re going nowhere in life. Doesn’t matter if you succeed in anything and everything because there’s always some special dickhead out there that’s going to shut you down just because he can. It doesn’t matter how much determination you have either: why don’t you listen when you’re told that what you want to do is “too ambitious” or “too extreme” for what you have to work with, even if they DON’T know what you DO have or CAN work with. Apparently all the things in your brain are worth jack-shit when it really comes down to it. But “it happens”, doesn’t it?
So good luck meeting other people who truly care about you or love you substantially. They’re always going to be too old, too young, too distant, or too ignorant to relate to you in all walks of life. They say strangers are perfect, and you know what? I’m kind of finding it to be true. Because if you’re just walking by someone, you can make up any story that comes to mind about them just based off of how they look, and you don’t even have to talk to them. Once you DO starting talking to them, that’s where you’re fucked. Actually, the stories you make up are always going to be imperfect, no matter how accurate they are, because, according to society, “nobody’s perfect”. And you can think that your mind is as pure as fresh water with a fucking pH of 7, but in this world, even perfection is imperfect because it’s just not seen on this planet or this universe, or even in the Heaven and Hell ‘we’ think exists. If you believe in God or Satan, or especially yourself, then you’re still fucked because God and Satan don’t exist and couldn’t care a lesser shit about you if they did, and you weren’t programmed to exist for long, so you’re just going to self-destruct your whole life in your search for the reason of being alive in the first place.
But I must say, I do have a few people I can count on my hands that come close to being able to fully count on, a couple of which I don’t even fucking know in person….they’re going to let me down one day, though, so I’ll just keep waiting for it in the back of my overcrowded brain. Funny thing, how that all works: I’ll do everything right for you and be the best person I can, specifically FOR you, at that, and somehow I’m still going to get lied to and cheated and, well, fucked. I can’t even talk to anyone about things anymore because I’m either 1.) just playing the same damn record, 2.) “complaining” or being “insensible” “for no reason”, or 3.) I apparently think the world’s out to get me. Now let me rebut : 1.) no shit, because I don’t think you’re listening, 2.) no shit, because you AREN’T listening, and 3.)it’s because, no shit, no one’s listening, only condemning, trying to save their own sorry asses, and neglecting you because, once again, you are an inconvenience. Very slowly I find myself losing my sensitivity to the specific problems of others because it’s like, “Yeah, you think you have it bad? Let’s talk about it,”, and most of the time it’s those stupid little things that I ONLY wish were my problems. Now I think I get it when the elementary school teachers used to say, “Don’t pay attention to what they’re doing. Just worry about yourself.” They’re wise…and I’m still stupid.
So basically….you and I are just constantly fucked, my friends. But I’m a nice person, so I hope you have a great day. Maybe I’ll see you on my long-ass trip to fucking Neverland.
A special “Fuck you” to you all, (put a ‘very’ in front of that for a select few),
-your little bitch, Satan Maiden
“People = Shit” -Slipknot