Self Destruction is Such a Pretty Little Thing

I Drank The Poison And I Passed The Fuck Out

I Drank The Poison And I Passed The Fuck Out

My sense of sympathy is completely gone. It's kind of terrible really, especially to people I don't like. Oh your mom's a drunk? Deal with it. It sounds completely morbid and serialkillerish but I guess in some forms it helps me be more realistic, instead of fawning over people who complain about their problems all fucking day, I can rationally and clear consciously tell them to shut the fuck up, because their being annoying as hell, or, empathize and give them my clear headed opinion on what I think would work in their particular predicament. This is really advantageous when people are fishing for attention. Okay, I get it your having problems, that does not fucking mean that you can just fucking shout about it in the middle of fucking class. I mean I understand if you're whispering in a corner to a few friends, but if I can hear clear across a crowded room filled with about thirty people talking, I'm about 900% sure you're just attention seeking. And that's coming from someone who personally hates the phrase attention seeker, I've been called so, many a time. I don't complain about shit to anyone but my four friends and I don't show my cuts or scars. And a whore, you say? I have had like three fucking kisses in my entire fucking life. Remember these comments came from a girl who lost her virginity at thirteen to a twenty-one year old guy, whose had sex with over twelve different guys. And has had at least seven pregnancy scares. I'm not even making this shit up, I don't have the imagination for it, I know, because I used to be friends with that bitch. Who fucking does that, at thirteen no less? That is so fucking illegal, it's not even funny. Sorry for ranting even though I'm pretty sure only like three people have even bothered reading this. Whatevs.

Disasterology by Pierce The Veil.