This is my blog, damn it,
and I'm going to write whatever the fuck I want.
Have you ever been in a predicament that has no way out? Like, trapped in some disfigured cage that was rejected from a factory; no doors.
I don't like the situation that I am in at the moment. How foolish am I? Really? My time-will-tell philosophy is about to smack me in the face with a big, fat F for failure.
Having feelings for somebody, but that somebody is not feeling the same way...? Come on. WhatTHEEfuck?! Human nature, right? I've been at the other end where I'm the one who doesn't have any feelings. Karma? What comes around, comes back around.
CAN ANYBODY FUCKIN' ACCEPT ME FOR WHO THE FUCK I AM? Please! I wish someone, just anyone, can look ahead from my fuckin' bullshit ex-life, and look at what's currently on progress.
If anybody is out there with an open-mind, scream, and I shall hear you out as best as I can. Come hither. Let the clouds from above send you down to my front door, while the seraphs sing Hallelujah 'til no ends. Blah, blah.
I know people don't really give a flying fuck about my birthday; I don't neither, well kind of. My previous birthdays were so shitty that I just grew indifferent towards celebrating my nonsensical self-holiday. Oh please, spare me the crocodile tears and the pity 'awws' because they are gratuitous. I'm not asking for sympathy. HAHA. I could really care less. I was raised with no money, and was raised to be satisfied with whatever. I can be a brat, yes, but when I know that it's necessary to be quiet, I know my place. The main reasons why I was looking forward to this one is just the fact that I can get tattoos whenever the fuck I want, I can get a job without signing a whole bunch of working papers, the fact that I can go to strip clubs, and can go to 18-to-party-21-to-drink parties/club shit.
Anywho, I've been complaining to various people about my situation. They've done it and said it all, but it's my decision whether to do something about it or not. Eh, I'm still here, aren't I? Lol. I'm just waiting for those days when it'll be all worth it. . . I hope.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?
If you don't like me,
you can kiss my. . .
(Had to put arrows on it. Lol. Ha, I'm not gon' try and explain this one. Trust me, there are no blandishments involved.)
QUE SERA, SERA.