So.
In a random (actually not so random) fit of anger, and an unstoppable, rising tsunami-esque need to rant and rant and rant and rant and rant
In a spur of the moment/whim born from necessity and anger and part detached amusement and a desire to just stab someone in the face at least 20 times with a serrated kitchen knife-
So begins the life of this blog.
And so shall it now live up to its purpose.
GOD FUCKING DAMN SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP WHAT THE FUCK WILL IT TAKE FOR EVERYONE TO JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE FUCKING SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT
Sometimes, I just god damn fucking shit burning hell rage freaking HATE goddamn fucking shitty humans. No, no, my life isn't a roller coaster ride that only goes up, my friend. Nope. Ha ha ha not in the slightest. My life is like some goddamn fucking whirlpool of intense hate and love and right now it's just a natural disaster of loathing and anger and, as has already been mentioned above, I would just like to fucking stab someone punch someone slap someone anything. Any physical activity that will somehow get rid of all this miasmic rage swallowing me up.
Now why did I think that typing, or even blogging, would make me feel the slightest bit better?
No, no, it's all about mind over matter. Calm your mind over the matter of other people (could be specific on who "other people" are, but even in the biggest fits, I am still nice enough to preserve "other people" 's image. Wow holy shit, boy am I a fucking saint or what) trying to fuck up and mess up my day/life just because other people think their lives suck, and that my literally peaceful, absentminded, independent existence contributes to that sucking.
So what will it take for other people to leave me the fuck alone huh???
And if anyone thinks I'm being so crude and rude and brash and potty mouthed, please give me a word stronger than fuck, and I will fucking stop using it in my fucking messed up head, alright?
But before that, get in line behind the number of people that already need to just fuck the hell off.
