ever done so much drugs that you thought your face would fall off?
finding myself visualizing how to kill strangers on the street…… (not actually going to) but fyck
I feel like a pent up beast,
Im not even depressed I don’t think I’m just an angry person
suckkkkk my dick you stupid prick shit!
I’m getting fucking restless.
don’t know what im doing with my life,
want to fucking be someone i guess.
want to do SOMETHING THAT TAKES MORE ENERGY THEN MOUSE CLICKING.
venting on the internet for a bit feel free to unfollow
I was walking in this shit city I live in. I saw a women with a yellow rake in one hand and a white bucket in the other. As I approached I saw her looking uneasily at me. As we passes each other I said, in the most non-threatening voice I could muster, “nice rake”
She turned right around, dropping her bucket and taking up the rake in both hands and said “Want to see it a little closer?!”
I said to her “I’m sorry, I meant no offence. I wanted to show you that I meant no harm. Fear makes monsters of us. Fear of the junkies, the rapists, the killers. You have to see that these people make up an incredibly small percent of those living on this earth. Not all people are bad, although I recognize that this city might have more than it’s fair share, they are still few. Be thankful you don’t live in Newark New Jersey, the slums of Shanghai. Hell, I’d take living in this place over anywhere in North Korea. Walking at night can fill you with fear, a desire not to speak to anyone at all. But, you cannot let this fear consume you…” I walk the streets of this city to show myself, more than anyone, that I cannot fear. “…if you do, what else will you have time for?”