WHAT PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO HEAR

I deserve a round of applause…

…for trying to open narrow eyes.

I’m gonna go shower now. Chill with Kris. And watch some Bleach.

Kbai

And this all started with a mention of marijuana.

I try to understand people and their way of thinking, in order to understand their feelings and emotions. Sometimes, I wish others would do the same…
Just to clear the air, the world is a place of different opinions and morals and people that change over time. I want to understand these different opinions and morals and people. I don’t think people want to understand my opinions and morals though.
It’s occasionally frustrating, but, such is life.
Sigh.
I’m gonna go watch Bleach now. And, maybe if I’m invited to go toke this weekend, I’ll light a couple up, and just think about some Plato and stuff, and live on.

to watch the one you love endure pain and suffering that you caused

that’s a feat no man can find joy in; rather, I find myself deeper in the depths of self-hatred for even involving you in my mess.

“i’m staring at the mess i made…”

To the creators of this monster…to my past, and, namely myself, holding onto it until it became toxic and began to destroy me…F.U.R.L.

F.U.R.L. = Fuck you, real life.

I’ve spent 21 years smiling in front of you and crying into my pillows. Pretending that it has all been okay when I’ve been broken from the start. Instead of facing the problems within when they were solvable, I ignored them, thought they’d go away with time, with age. Thought that I could store them in a corner and that the anger wouldn’t grow, wouldn’t develop.

Now it’s that monster in the closet that I’m utterly afraid to explore.

That awkward moment when

You feel your soul pouring out, but you don’t know where and you don’t know how to put it back where it supposedly belongs. So, in exchange, you push away all the things that kept it safe, in hopes that maybe you’ll find it, and it starts to pour out even faster. My emotions are bleeding out and I can’t even shed a tear about it.

…gtfo

So, I just had a mild convo with a feminist who says that it’s okay for her to talk incessant s**t about men, and if one steps up to her, she’ll beat him up … but also said that if a man ever took a swing at her she’d call the cops.

Hold up.
Stop it.
I’m not the type to hit no type of person unless I REALLY REALLY need to…but if you swing at me like a man, expect to get fought like a man. FOH with that.

That’s not me being a douche. That’s me being real. If you don’t want a man to hit you, don’t hit a man. Simple. Because it’s not like I wanna hit you; however, if you hit me to hurt me, seriously, man or woman, don’t be surprised at my natural reaction.

Raised rough. Get tough.

People these days.

Anonymous asked: Why are ur pants so tight?

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