Walk

No one ever came to my rescue. No one ever comes to my rescue. And no one ever will.

I'll Never Mean To You What You Mean To Me

I've never felt so forgotten. You never fail to make me feel like shit. To make my friendship to you feel so meaningless. I know you don't do it on purpose... but, you do.

Copy Cat

It's like you moved right in and fucking copied me. Legit. Befriend them all, one by one, and then watch them all FUCK YOU OVER. One. By. One. Cunt.

Forgotten

You know what sucks? Watching your life long friends move in and become good friends with the people from your past who left you behind. It sucks. I have to sit here and watch it. I have to sit here and remember how easily I was left behind and left out... All the while, I sit here and remember my past and remember those people with fondness and love and want nothing more than to be acknowledged by these people again.

For Fucking Serious?

So, I’m lying here in bed watching the movie “Bridesmaids” which is fucking hilarious by the way; I was dying four minutes into the flick. Well I let the credits play through ‘cause it was an interesting ending song so I decide to do my normal “brain-dead” internet thing. Go on Facebook. As I sit here, reading through all my friends’ stories, which I can see if any of my friends comment on, (annoying by the way!) and I’m gradually getting more and more ticked off. Shit pisses me off, man. I see a stupid comment and I want to say something, like “shut the fuck up, your hair is DYED blond, bitch”. But I don’t, because I don’t want to start “drama”. But man, fuck that shit. It’s not drama if it’s true. People piss me off to no avail. Women. Psshh. Are you fucking serious bitch? You all fucking sell yourselves out for a god damn compliment. And MEN. God. PATHETIC. You make fucking sport out of getting women to sell themselves out like that. You’re all fucking stupid. There’s no one left on this stupid fucking planet that’s real.

Seriously. I’m sick of making new friends. They fuck me over. Every time. I’m sick of trying. I’m sick of meeting these cool people and being like “yeah they’re cool, maybe I’ll open up to them” only to be tossed the fuck aside for a fucking guy. What the fuck? Who the fuck DOES that?! Fuck man. Fuck that shit.
I used to have such a passion for people. I gave everyone a second chance. I was that person who was there. And then… It took me one minute to fall in love with the 6 people I shared my living space with who took 8 months to falsely lure me into a lull of confidence in their returned love which was snatched away from me in the course of a five minute conversation of how I’d cleaned out the fridge and it’s taken me 2 years to be able to write about it because it still burns deep down. You’re all cunts and I hope I get the chance to tell it to your faces one day.

Prose

In a world full of disappointment. There you are. My one hope. My one pro in an otherwise completely con-list-life.

True Art

So you know how people say you should be “gracious” and, oh what’s that word… means you should let things go and move on… That’s what people say to you after someone rips your heart out, stomps on it, calls strangers over to laugh at it’s pathetic remnants on the ground and yet all your friends can muster up to tell you is “at least it wasn’t your head, be gracious.” … Are you fucking kidding me? You want to know what I’m doing right now? Right this second? I’m mentally filing this memory under your file with a memo to myself that says this: “Note to self, next time so and so is heartbroken, be sure to lay on extra vinegar and extra salt to the wounds.” Fucker. What kind of “friend” says that? You know what a TRUE friend would say? Something along the lines of “hey, how about we skip work and go dump two pounds of bologna all over his car ‘cause that shit causes rust in the sun.” Now THAT’S what I call a good friend. Been there, done that, would do that again.

I don’t have friends like that. I have all goody-two-shoes friends. I don’t know why. They don’t really fit with me. And they only get disappointed in me. They act all surprised when I say things like “God I wish that kid would choke on his fucking lollypop so he’d shut the fuck up.” Or “I’d choose a cat over a human anytime, humans suck and the world could do with less of them.” I mean really? Those aren’t that bad, I’ve said way worse while watching porn.