I guess one good thing about everything that's happened is I am not that paranoid about certain stuff.
I used to try my hardest to hide my pot habit and to just hide in general. Be as quiet as possible and to try and look as normal and average as possible. Why?
Because if I make any noise then a bunch of people would taunt me from outside. I live on a busy street corner next to a highschool. So if I made any noise, even typing on my keyboard, people would call me a tweaker and crackhead, etc.
But I learned that they would do that anyway, even if I'm silent, they would taunt me. So eventually I just got over it. Now I smoke and do whatever.
Now I don't hurt anyone. At least not as bad as everyone has hurt me my whole life. And still it will never be close.
The actual physical and emotional effect it has had on me will never be replicated. No matter how hard you might try.
I'm permanently scarred, and you have no idea.
Everyone lied about everything.
You have no idea (well maybe some of you do) to have an entire world lie and nobody would tell the truth.
What is the point in living in a world where everybody lies?
Just because they tell the truth to you? Sometimes? Are you sure it's even the truth anymore?
What would you do if everyone lied to you about everything, even if it didn't matter, just for the hell of it.
It's just fun to fuck with people, right? Especially if they're so evil and bad! I mean, I yell spic!
Omg! I deserve the worst possible punishment possible.
I used to try my hardest to hide my pot habit and to just hide in general. Be as quiet as possible and to try and look as normal and average as possible. Why?
Because if I make any noise then a bunch of people would taunt me from outside. I live on a busy street corner next to a highschool. So if I made any noise, even typing on my keyboard, people would call me a tweaker and crackhead, etc.
But I learned that they would do that anyway, even if I'm silent, they would taunt me. So eventually I just got over it. Now I smoke and do whatever.
Now I don't hurt anyone. At least not as bad as everyone has hurt me my whole life. And still it will never be close.
The actual physical and emotional effect it has had on me will never be replicated. No matter how hard you might try.
I'm permanently scarred, and you have no idea.
Everyone lied about everything.
You have no idea (well maybe some of you do) to have an entire world lie and nobody would tell the truth.
What is the point in living in a world where everybody lies?
Just because they tell the truth to you? Sometimes? Are you sure it's even the truth anymore?
What would you do if everyone lied to you about everything, even if it didn't matter, just for the hell of it.
It's just fun to fuck with people, right? Especially if they're so evil and bad! I mean, I yell spic!
Omg! I deserve the worst possible punishment possible.