Sunday, July 26, 2009 3:19 PM
Time check: 3.20pm on a cloudy sunday afternoon.
Out for a dinner later in the evening, in the meantime I'm rotting, as good as shit at home. No books, no plans, no events, nothing. Fcuk.
Guess we humans are the most complicated creatures ever on Earth. Whine when we get things to do, and complaint when we have nothing to do. Say we love one another, but in actual fact, we don't. Say things when we actually "think" we mean it, but more often than not, we don't.
Fuck these shit, how often must we contradict ourselves? MORONS, RETARDED ARSES.
At times, thinking about it makes me boil. The sight of undone things piling up on my desks, checking on my planner to see what other nonsense I've got to furnish. Then when it's all done, we're left with nothing and then over a period ot time, we MAKE NOISE AGAIN.
No life, no nothing. And not only that, do things when you're supposed to do, and fuck off when you are not supposed to interfere. But some morons just don't understand.
Can't they just bloody jusge according to the various situations. IS it that hard, or are they just plain dumb? I tried hinting, probing at many times, but it doesn work. And I choose to keep quiet, just because I try to be nice, not creating a scene outta everything. And now, the thing continues.
Must we really make ourselves miserable? Or are others doing so to us?
How irony! Muthafuckas everywhere. Damn them, shit them, fuck them. Whatever, I'm keeping my hands off everything.
Let them be. Nothing I wanna say or do any further. I surrender.
Kristen