Chrstnghtmr
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« on: October 31, 2007, 06:17:46 pm » |
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So many people don't have any clue about The Nightmare we've grown up in. I mean, it's not my fault I was raised in homeschool for 12 f***ing years and that I'm not able to "socialize normally." How am I supposed to socialize and make new friends when I'm always left out of everything, and always made to be the outcast? I'm nice, I'm considerate, a lot of people tell me I'm intelligent and kind....so why the f*** must everyone think they have some right to abuse and reject me?
I hate you people for leaving me out of so many fun things. Never inviting me to all your fun parties, never inviting me to hang out. And no, don't say, 'Well, that's your fault' because it isn't. You people had my phone number, and I asked and all, but no no no no no don't let the weird kid come along, oooh f***ing nooo
Right now I'm trying to get laid and to finish up some sh**. Why the F**k can't I get any? I mean, I'm nice and considerate and all that s***, but nooooo.... it's not my fault I was sheltered my whole life and wasn't given a f***inkg clue about sex and dating.
No one really gives a f*** about me....everyone thinks they have it soooooo bad.... going to their little church, going to work, hanging out with their long list of friends that care, taking the life they have for granted...... I hate this f***ing world...You may be saying, 'Well, what makes you so different?' Because I have something only me and DyC, have, SELF AWARENESS...We know what we are to this world and what everyone else is...We know what you think and how you act...This isn't a world any more, it's H.O.E.(Hell on Earth)
We are the Nobodies.....
Today I am dirty I want to be pretty Tomorrow, I know I’m just dirt
Yesterday I was dirty Wanted to be pretty I know now that I’m forever dirt
Some children died the other day We fed machines and then we prayed Puked up and down in morbid faith You should have seen the ratings that day We are the Nobodies We want to be somebodies When we’re dead, They’ll know just who we are
__________________________________________________ I throw a little fit, I slit my teenage wrists The most I can learn is the records that you burn
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