My thoughts aren't like yours. I never have good ones. I just have bad ones. If you don't believe me just check out the archives of this blog. You will never read anything in them other than me complaining, or talking shit.
I drift into daydreams. But daydreaming is the last thing I should do. Daydreams cause me to forget to do the little things that are required by my job that the less imaginative retard can remember to do in his sleep.
That makes me pretty stupid.
Folks, that's my plan.
I see you kissing your boyfriend right in front of me. You do it on purpose, just to throw it in my face that I will never get you.
I have the INTERNET bitches. I can watch girls getting pissed on, or watch teen girls playing peak a boo with their cleavage on youtube.
I don't have to go over that there is no god, that life is meaningless, that what most of what you do will amount to such naked mediocrity that we should be ashamed of it, that purpose is an illusion, that morality is a sham- we are all passive participants in genocide every day- and the only response I have to that fact is mocking irony- that I don't give a shit about it- and want nothing to do with making it stop-that being a passive agent to misanthropy only makes me want to be an active agent to my own destruction.
I will reach my breaking point one day.
And it will not be funny anymore. I am not certain how many indignities you think I can tolerate. Listen up society. Respect is a two way street. If you keep throwing shit at me you can't expect me to just keep taking it.
I am not going to sit at my register and hide my tears forever. I am not going to bow my head and be ashamed. I am not going to accept the punishment you have to offer.
I will STRIKE back!
Don't be shocked when I do. It's about time someone fought back.
You had it coming.