I don't fucking need a lecture from any of you, neither do I need reasons, excuses, or anything like that. All I know is to quarrel over money is pathetic, doesn't matter who starts it first. You know it yourself. Great. All these things before NS. Maybe my past life was really fucked up. I must have killed someone at the very least. All these are lessons, lessons, and lessons. I like learning.
I just fucking reached home at 2.40am or something, I'm god damn tired, I'm not feeling well, tomorrow's full of plans, and life is still shit. But I'm not going to fucking blame it on:
3. ANYTHING AT ALL
Things happen for a reason. Learn to accept it rather than flare up and blame everyone around you and whatnots. Life's bad as it is, don't make it worse for others. People who are selfish, please take note. Don't use others as a tool as well, be it for money, for your own perverse pleasure, don't. It's plain wrong. Say what you want about morals. If you think it's right, then ask yourself, "Would your mother or father feel proud about it if they know?" The fucking answer is, NO, so shut your fucking mouth before someone acts all tough about not being able to forgive when he's a fucked up wussy deep down inside. I guess when wussies act tough they start sounding like pussies. They go ROAR ROAR, but when you face them they can only purr like the pussy they are. And no, this post is not directed at anyone, but everyone. Not just the two of my closer friends who are in some dispute over money, but at some other people who just don't have the guts to speak up and rather hide in the corner acting all religious, saying their sacred prayers and God knows what. Look, PRAY ALL YOU WANT. Pray and do nothing. For what? I despise some of you so much I wished I had never met you. Really. Pathetic, selfish, balls suckers. You don't even deserve 1/2 the credit you have. You don't EVEN TRY TO UNDERSTAND FOR YOUR FRIEND who had to take all the shit you created. I've to flush everything, use acid when the pipes got stuck, to clean your fucking shit. You know what I'm typing everything I'm typing because I have the guts to say this, and if you're fucking offended then you're obviously retarded. Because this is my blog, I can act tough all I want just like you do. The only difference is I never write what I can't do. Red wine is good for your body.
I don't give a fuck about many things nowadays, probably because most of them aren't even worth bothering about even if you're paid to do that. Because humans are at the end of the day, selfish and pathetic. They think only for themselves. "I'M IN PAIN BECAUSE I BROKE UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND SO I'M GOING TO ATTITUDE ALL MY FRIENDS TO LET THEM KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN I'M IN." FUCK YOU. No matter how fucked up your life is, don't FUCKING EVER take it out on your friends or family. THAT'S WHY I have a blog to write whatever I want, without giving a damn who reads it, loves it or hates it. It's a damned public diary. Meant for people to read and comment. And whatever. Doesn't really matter. Wallow in your self-pity, you think you're so damned pitiful? Sometimes I feel that way too, but I NEVER take it out on my close ones. Look at the people around you, some of them are your age and dying of cancer. Of whatever. And you think you're so pitiful? Then some fucking smart ass will ask, "What about the person who's really suffering the most in the world, who is he going to look at to console himself?" Look, I don't know how someone's ever going to gain that title of "Most Suffering Man/Woman Ever", but stop using as an excuse. Because if you're reading this you OBVIOUSLY have an internet connection, which means you're at least able to have your meals. Are you suffering that much? You fucking POS?
I'll like to end this with a good night to all of you. Please make friends, not enemies, while you're still alive. All of us lose our tempers sometimes, all of us quarrel over minor things like whose penis is larger sometimes, but that's not worth losing a friendship over. Don't repeat the past mistakes. I've learnt, that your worst enemy today, might have been your mother in your past life. Yes, religious ranting. We're all going to die one day, when your enemy's dead it doesn't matter how much you hate him, you can't kill him anymore. So why hate to being with? Why bother with these minor things? You see, I've made most of these mistakes before, and I don't wish to see anyone I know repeating any of them at all. Life's too short, too precious. Don't mess it up. There's this saying that if you dislike someone over something, it's probably because you can't accept that that something is a part of yourself. Because you don't have the courage to admit you're similar to him in some ways, you choose the cowardly way of disliking him. People sitting on the fence, time to take sides because one day, the fence going's to collapse. Too many backbone-less people are on it. It can't handle the weight anymore.