- You are a complete f-ing idiot for smoking so much pot. No, really, you're an idiot. No, really, there are no positives. Good luck with that.
- Please, keep texting. I'm sure this gossip shit is way more important than your future.
- You are a complete f-ing idiot for using drugs. Enlightenment? Try failed bodily functions and a lifetime of misery. Look at every artist who used in order to help "see beyond." Not one of them happy or moral. That's only found in sobriety.
- You are not going to be a professional NBA/MLB/rapper.
- You look like a prostitute. Jesus. Be more than a pair of boobs.
- You're tired? Huh. Why don't you go to bed before f-ing 3 am then?
- You hate drama? Stop being a bitch.
- You are a complete f-ing idiot for getting wasted every weekend. You are boring for never coming up with a more interesting way to spend your time. And no one thinks you're as funny as you do.
- Your macho who-gives-a-shit attitude reveals that you're dying inside. You're aren't fooling anyone.
- Stop f-ing talking while I'm talking. I want to beat the crap out of you.
22 February 2011
Inspired by Cari
Top 10 Things the Meaner Side of Me Desperately Wants to Say to You:
16 February 2011
Irony's definition is
the belief that you
are the first
to face this impediment.
Stumbling, cursing, frantically
trying to re-organize the
chaos distorted around
your once-perfect, structured life.
No one understands.
You are an island.
The first ever
to apply, to fail,
to fill out
an application, a resume,
or face an
interview, or death's glare,
to feel alone,
with a lost soul.
You see: irony.
Feeling alone in a
crowd of similarities.
Not knowing where to
turn, as a
sea of hands crashes
its comfort waves
around your drowning figure.
the belief that you
are the first
to face this impediment.
Stumbling, cursing, frantically
trying to re-organize the
chaos distorted around
your once-perfect, structured life.
No one understands.
You are an island.
The first ever
to apply, to fail,
to fill out
an application, a resume,
or face an
interview, or death's glare,
to feel alone,
with a lost soul.
You see: irony.
Feeling alone in a
crowd of similarities.
Not knowing where to
turn, as a
sea of hands crashes
its comfort waves
around your drowning figure.
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