Rants

It’s early in the morning. I feel like writing. So, here it is. Just a perplexed thought. Not intending to offend anyone in particular. I just feel the urge to spit it out. I am sick of living with people whose lives are entirely full of bullshit. Pure bull fuckin shit. They say things that are meaningless, far from the word thoughtful and harsh. They are afraid of letting their truest to be seen. I am sick of hearing their nonsense. They are no good for me. They have never been constructive enough to make me better. They are fake scumbags and I have serious problem with that. They are cocky prick. Douchebags. They are fucked up. I despise them. I know there are so many anger going inside me. I even cry hating them because I actually can’t do anything about it. I AM JUST FUCKIN’ TIRED TO PUT UP WITH THEIR CRAPS. They are full of themselves and shit going on in their life. If I could run away from them, I would. I couldn’t. Being surrounded with so many negativity does make me negative. Sometimes, I just want to live life the way I wanted it to be. The way I’ve always planned from the beginning. Not any single person in this whole wide world gets me. Not a single one. I was alone, I have always been alone and I am alone. Nobody wants to hear craps about me. All they care about me helping them, entertaining them, being there for them. No one wants to eagerly listen to my fuckin’ problem. How is it with my day, my disappointment, all of my craps. No one. Not even my family. There, I said it. Meanwhile, I love each and every one of them. They don’t seem to care. About my friends, my lessons, my exams. They don’t give a shit if I got into writing competition, got into an organization. Then why did I have to work my butt off achieving things. . . ? They are all the reason why I’ve been strieving for perfection, How could they care less? How? I hate everyone. Everyone. I am actually writing this with tears drowning on my face. I am pathetic and I am aware of that. It’s not that I am cranky son of a bitch and emotionally disturbed. I need someone to bear this all along. I couldn’t do it by myself. I know I am ranting too much and believe me, If you’re not interested in any of my craps then leave. Don’t be hard to even feel pity. I need someone who is sincere. That’s all. Someone who beats his shit out in front of people, who is daring enough to admit his flaws, who is shamelessly frank about himself. Haven’t met one. Go make any conclusions and assumptions as you finished reading this. Excuze my lack of fuckery.