Normal entry incoming…

First of all, people these days just seriously piss me off. They don’t do anything to me personally, it’s just they’re trivial behavior that makes me want to bust a cap in their ass.

Honestly. Go do something more productive iwth your time then spend countless hours gloating about yourself. No one really gives a fuck of whatever level you got to. It’s all so pointless. Everysingle word that comes out of your mouth is complete idiocy. Think your amusing? Think twice before your so sure of yourself. *sigh*

I mean, Jesus Christ, do people even have normal conversations anymore? It seems like whenever I try to get on a serious topic with a person, they turn it into a fucking joke. Alright, I agree, I can be really good at having a sense of humor most of the time. But that doesn’t mean to just go ahead and not take me seriously.

Truth is, half the time I never even tell anyone the truth of what I really think about them, of what I really think about myself, of what I really think about everything. I’m sorry if I don’t have the patience to explain either, but when I attempt to imply something serious, fucking shut up and listen to me because I’m talking to you for a godamn reason, understand?

Another thing I cannot tolerate is when others underestimate me and fucking judge. Firstly, I consider judging a complete flaw in a person. I’ve never fucking judged anyone in my fucking life because I knew there might be a chance for them to not be what they appear to be. So don’t go off thinking that I’m depressed, low, perfect, lifeless, or anything.

Now I am beginning to sound like a depressed bitch who thinks the world cannot understand her. Thats not true. I’m pretty sure someone understands me. And I’m not implying that I hate the world and it’s people. Truth is, I, myself don’t even know what I am implying. Really. I have no shame in admitting that because it’s true.

Lets fucking face it people. Were obviously too young and way too unexperienced to be ready to say “I Hate My Life” or “I’m Perfectly Content”

We say we’ve felt love, hate, fear, sorrow, every single emotion. But we haven’t at all.

Give me one time where you *think* you’ve loved,  or hated. How can we say we know the meaning of those emotions if were at the beginning of our lives? We can’t assume. Assuming is a fucking sin.

So therefore, I am where I began. Godammit. This is all so pissy. I mean, I say that assuming is a sin…but then again, here I am assuming myself! Is there anything in this world that we can consider absolute?