Thursday, December 20, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
Stop Cursing The Only One By Your Side!
"Fuck my life."
"I hate my life."
"Life is so unfair."
Fuck every one of you. You didn't get to go out with your friends and you're fucking complaining about life? About God? Who the fuck was there with you when you're down? Who the fuck was there with you when you needed help so fucking badly? Was it your fucking friends? I can promise you that most of your "friends" will just leave you when you're so fucking deep in a hole you can only pray you'll be able to get out of soon. And who's going to fucking listen to your fucking prayers? Your fucking friends? Don't hold your breath. You'll run out of oxygen. GOD will be the only one there for you. GOD has always been there for you. With you. Listening to every single fucking thing you're saying. Yet still you curse GOD by saying "fuck your life"? Dude, go grab and knife and stab yourself.
Fuck everyone doing this. I know it's contradictory, but fuck it.
God Bless Every Mother Fucker Doing This.
Fuckingly Yours,
Jesse
"I hate my life."
"Life is so unfair."
Fuck every one of you. You didn't get to go out with your friends and you're fucking complaining about life? About God? Who the fuck was there with you when you're down? Who the fuck was there with you when you needed help so fucking badly? Was it your fucking friends? I can promise you that most of your "friends" will just leave you when you're so fucking deep in a hole you can only pray you'll be able to get out of soon. And who's going to fucking listen to your fucking prayers? Your fucking friends? Don't hold your breath. You'll run out of oxygen. GOD will be the only one there for you. GOD has always been there for you. With you. Listening to every single fucking thing you're saying. Yet still you curse GOD by saying "fuck your life"? Dude, go grab and knife and stab yourself.
Fuck everyone doing this. I know it's contradictory, but fuck it.
God Bless Every Mother Fucker Doing This.
Fuckingly Yours,
Jesse
Monday, March 12, 2012
Busu
To my aunty: Busu, I miss calling you that. We used to have so much fun together. I thought you'd be there to see me achieve my dreams. I thought you'd be there to see me get married even. I can't say I'm sorry, for sorry is not enough. Two years you wanted to see me and I ignored it. When we finally met, I turned out to be this terrible being that cared for nothing except myself. I love you, but I broke your heart into a million pieces with the shits I did. We only got to see each other a couple times before you ended up in the hospital. When I saw you there, I wanted so much to touch you. To hug you, to kiss you and to comb through your hair with my fingers. But I couldn't bring myself to. I should never be forgiven for the shits that I did. Still you appeared in my dream and hugged me. Why? Why did you do that? Now I'm alone on the stage I built for us, and I can't stop thinking of you. I miss smelling your hands. I miss telling you how horrible you sounded - even though you sounded good - whenever you sung the songs that now bring tears to my eyes. I miss telling you how horrible your cooking is even though I loved it. But what I miss most is you coming to find me when I ran away from everyone because I felt that I wasn't being treated fairly or listened to. I took it for granted then, but now I see that you did that because you cared. My most memorable moment with you as a kid is taking a shower with you after we played in the rain. It may sound weird and inappropriate, but I assure you it's not. I miss you busu. I'm trying my best to be good so I can see you again when I leave this place. I just wish I'd not taken you for granted. I just wish I'd shown you just how much I love you. I ain't doing the same thing with the people I love now. Especially you, if you're reading this. You know who you are.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Monster Boyfriend
You may not have asked for my opinion, but I'm gonna give it anyway. Wanna know why I think your boyfriend's a freak? He says you belong to him and you should miss no guy but him. Dude. He's treating you like a freaking item. He doesn't own you. You have every right to do whatever the hell you want to do. You don't belong to anyone. Your life is your life. What makes him think that he has the right to tell you what you should or should not do? Or feel or not feel certain things? I'm not a psychologist, and I do know that psychology is based on the assumption that everything's the same, - in other words, not a defined science - but from a psychologist's point of view, this relationship should not have even lasted a day, much less started. Yeah I've heard all these sob stories of how much they care about you and shit. Guess what? Many guys I've met do that to stake a claim to you. I don't want to name names since many of them are either friends of mine or a friend of a friend of mine. I like to think that I'm not a dictator, but from my own opinion, you'd better run as fast as you can and as far away as possible from these monsters. You never know what they'll do.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Poker Face
We smile, we laugh and we cry. We smile because we don't want to offend. We laugh for the same reason. And we cry to show we care when we don't. Kinda makes you wonder what the hell happened to humanity doesn't it?
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Charades Anyone?
"It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt." Let me be there only in your worst, and disappear when you are at your best. That's the only thing I'm good at isn't it? Call me selfish. Call me stupid. Call me whatever you want to call me. No one really needs me when they're at their best. I'm so used to being used that I've fallen in love with it. I'm just addicted to it. You can use me all you want. No biggy.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Insanity
Insanity is doing the same things over and over again expecting different outcomes. If that is so, I am insane. If that is not so, what am I?
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