I made a decision last night and, because so, i was able to sleep the night well and i woke up NOT feeling like shit. And it wasnt even one of those fakey decisions that i make to mellow myself out.
Sometimes i make decisions just so i'll stop thinking about em.
But not this one.
This is a real decision.
An actual decision.
What's my decision? My decision is...something i'm not gonna share. I mean, how dare you, you nosey little prick? This is a serious, life altering choice and you want me took, here's a hint:
It starts with an F and ends with an It.
Got it?
That's rightfuckit!
Fuckit, fuckit, fuckit.
Nothing's worth this much anxiety and stress and aggravation.
Well, almost nothing, but fuckit anyways.
Fuckit, my old friend. How've ye been? We havent been serious about each other since high school.
Fuckit wasnt only the best decision i made in high school, it was my bloody mantra.
Fuck being the only freshman in algebra 1A. Who needs math anyways? Not an artistor atleast the kind of artist i'm gonna be.
Fuck biology and playing it straight.
Fuck Euro-centric history.
Fuck marketing and future entrepreneurs.
Fuck journalismfuck em for every story they shot down.
Fuck the deans office and Saturday school.
The Dress Code.
Fuck the study halls for all the dropped classes.
Fuck literature and fuck creative writing and fuck drawing class.
Fuck the hipsters.
Fuck current events to it's humorless coeur.
Fuck gym classfuck touch football, volleyball, baseball, hockey, soccer, basketball, tennisfuck organized sports.
And dodgeballi actually liked dodgeballbut fuck it too.
Fuck the athletesfuck the jocks.
Fuck the preppy kids in the golf club.
Fuck the future strippers in dance.
Fuck the trendies, fuck the cheerleaders.
Fuck pep rallies and school spirit.
Fuck the Christian kids and their prayer club.
Fuck the drama rats.
Fuck the skaters, the punks, the hippies.
The butt-rock kids.
Fuck the otaku.
Fuck homeroom, fuck speech class, fuck hall passes, the nurses office, and assemblies.
Fuck art class.
And that's why i was a C student at best. I either dropped or was dropped from a third of the classes i took.
Why? Because people have their fucking priorities fucked, that's why.
That first semester i was a motherfucking student. On time, every day. Always did the work, never skipped class. I was attentive and dedicated and eager to meet new friends.
I was also anxious, overworked, and stressed out of my head.
Sounding familiar?
So fuckit. And i did.
And now fuck working class Jacks and college kids and video games and computer geeks and stoners and the Wiswall thugs.
Fuck early mornings and late nights.
Fuck my friends.
Fuck my acquaintances.
Fuck it, and fuck them.
It comes down to the fact that i'm not That Guy. I never was, and, probably wont ever be. It's just one of those things that don't come naturally for me. I'm not like other people. I'm not like other guys. I'm not like other friends.
But that's the thing, since i'm not like other people, since people have to put up with my personality shit, the ones that stick around will alwaysalwayshave a place in my heart. I know they'll stick by me no matter what. More and more it's looking not worth it. So it's not worth it. It just cant be worth itworth this. I need a reason, elsewise fuckit. And every day fuckit's seeming to be the better choice. Just dont worry about it, dont even make a fucking effortif something's going it happen...
No, really, how was yr day?
Boop.
I was made with a heart of stone
to be broken
with one hard blow
i've seen the ocean
break on the shore
come together with no harm done...
it ain't easy living...
Sometimes i make decisions just so i'll stop thinking about em.
But not this one.
This is a real decision.
An actual decision.
What's my decision? My decision is...something i'm not gonna share. I mean, how dare you, you nosey little prick? This is a serious, life altering choice and you want me took, here's a hint:
It starts with an F and ends with an It.
Got it?
That's rightfuckit!
Fuckit, fuckit, fuckit.
Nothing's worth this much anxiety and stress and aggravation.
Well, almost nothing, but fuckit anyways.
Fuckit, my old friend. How've ye been? We havent been serious about each other since high school.
Fuckit wasnt only the best decision i made in high school, it was my bloody mantra.
Fuck being the only freshman in algebra 1A. Who needs math anyways? Not an artistor atleast the kind of artist i'm gonna be.
Fuck biology and playing it straight.
Fuck Euro-centric history.
Fuck marketing and future entrepreneurs.
Fuck journalismfuck em for every story they shot down.
Fuck the deans office and Saturday school.
The Dress Code.
Fuck the study halls for all the dropped classes.
Fuck literature and fuck creative writing and fuck drawing class.
Fuck the hipsters.
Fuck current events to it's humorless coeur.
Fuck gym classfuck touch football, volleyball, baseball, hockey, soccer, basketball, tennisfuck organized sports.
And dodgeballi actually liked dodgeballbut fuck it too.
Fuck the athletesfuck the jocks.
Fuck the preppy kids in the golf club.
Fuck the future strippers in dance.
Fuck the trendies, fuck the cheerleaders.
Fuck pep rallies and school spirit.
Fuck the Christian kids and their prayer club.
Fuck the drama rats.
Fuck the skaters, the punks, the hippies.
The butt-rock kids.
Fuck the otaku.
Fuck homeroom, fuck speech class, fuck hall passes, the nurses office, and assemblies.
Fuck art class.
And that's why i was a C student at best. I either dropped or was dropped from a third of the classes i took.
Why? Because people have their fucking priorities fucked, that's why.
That first semester i was a motherfucking student. On time, every day. Always did the work, never skipped class. I was attentive and dedicated and eager to meet new friends.
I was also anxious, overworked, and stressed out of my head.
Sounding familiar?
So fuckit. And i did.
And now fuck working class Jacks and college kids and video games and computer geeks and stoners and the Wiswall thugs.
Fuck early mornings and late nights.
Fuck my friends.
Fuck my acquaintances.
Fuck it, and fuck them.
It comes down to the fact that i'm not That Guy. I never was, and, probably wont ever be. It's just one of those things that don't come naturally for me. I'm not like other people. I'm not like other guys. I'm not like other friends.
But that's the thing, since i'm not like other people, since people have to put up with my personality shit, the ones that stick around will alwaysalwayshave a place in my heart. I know they'll stick by me no matter what. More and more it's looking not worth it. So it's not worth it. It just cant be worth itworth this. I need a reason, elsewise fuckit. And every day fuckit's seeming to be the better choice. Just dont worry about it, dont even make a fucking effortif something's going it happen...
No, really, how was yr day?
Boop.
I was made with a heart of stone
to be broken
with one hard blow
i've seen the ocean
break on the shore
come together with no harm done...
it ain't easy living...
phoolsfire:
did you have a rough day at the office 