Just a rant

Someone just put to in the back of my head i’m to angry! Who wants the job of being king thats all you gotta do. This cabin and these brats are just making me loose control and i’ve only been hear two hour fu k naniomo town of shitty piece of shit anyone born thier is a complete piece of shit despite moving away. Fuck now i’m just cureld up in the fetal position because as ussual people see me trying to get w nap in and of course the best course of action is to be load annoying and in consideret of others. It’s almost enough to kil my spirit the hopelessness of todays youth so pathetic and unhapy with so much(note not talking about anyone who grew up poor, these middle class kids with their easy lives never even stop to consider how lucky they are they got to go to collage school start families young and they dont even seem greatful for it. Me i’m lucky if my friends even talk to me. Cause i’m such a shitty person i say so many shitty things i explode doors with my feet and i can’t stop myself, if i miss read sarcasm you best be prepaired cause i get pissed off. If people start talking about me one room over i can tell. If peole are talking about me right beside me because i’m stressed they just think its funny if i have a hard time. Thanks world thanks i really just wanted to clean this cabin not dedtroy it. Instead i have to fight for every inch of this from a damn blanket i can’t get help from the one person in the car with me and i can’t seem to believe what just happend is even real. Anymore yet for some reason it is but i just can’t do it. And all can really think is i hope i can hold on to what i got and not loose total control because i just feel reality sliping away agian back to the dark places and its really scarring the fuck outta me. I dont like it i did my best and aoways served time when i had to with out a fuss now i’m cold alone and again a complete shit head but what ever i dont care. The world needs to know how hard some able minded asshole will go to fuck with someone elses day. I’m sick to death of it. If i never make it back home i want you to know you where the best thing that ever came along in 32 years and i’m damm sorry i was sick for such a long time. It’s the only place i know you will see this for sure but i’ve fallen and i could use a hug, someone to hold me.and tell me its really is getting better.

Sincerly the guy who constantly gets told we got your back by people who for the most part are only telling you they do.

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Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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