HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Oooooooooh man! I'm so unbelievably ridiculously angry! I haven't been this fucking pissed and fucking happy at the same time in sooooo long!
Fuck you.
You know who the fuck you are.
"I can't be with you. I love you. I am in love with you. But I can't work three jobs and go to school and maintain a happy relationship. I feel like I'm neglecting you and you deserve much better."
Haaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You're so fucking diluted and a product of lame fucking conditioning... Whaaaat the fuck...
I don't even know where to begin!
Hahahahahahahaha!
You "love" someone, you make it fucking work. You make sacrifices and you make ends meet. Love is the meaning of life. You failed. I should have known something was up when you dump someone for an unnecessary amount of jobs to maintain a lifestyle that is so redundant, even you do not understand it... How is that "love". Something tells me you don't know what love truly is...
Life is not working to the brink of fucking tears. Life is not overstressing and overscheduling and over-racking your brain for the sake of "not being like my parents". Dude. I fucking hate my parents too. Trust me. I don't want to be like them probably a drastic amount more than you don't want to turn out like yours...
But...
"From the forest itself, comes the handle for the ax."
I'm not a fucking junkie. I don't do drugs. I never have. I'm going to treat everyone I know with respect and love and I can cope and deal with all of life's problems just fucking fine.
I am not going to turn out like them.
You're cute and you're adorable. But you're fucked.
Success isn't a measure of career, income or notoriety. Success is happiness.
Work yourself to death, see how much it pays off in the end. Nobody will remember your name. As tragic as it is, hard work gets you fucking nowhere (just try to remember ONE of the names of the unfortunate slaves and immigrants who built the CP rail which essentially built this country... Sad but true: you can't.). Smart work does. And part of working smart is finding "the path of least resistance". Like, come on! That's human fucking nature! Years of psychology didn't have to teach me that... Just fucking being and staying in touch with your central guidance system will tell you that.
"The harder you try,
The less you succeed.
Don't try at all and get everything you need."
And then the list goes on...
I was nothing but a stand-up-fucking gentleman to you, and even in the situations where I was pushed to my edge, I remained civil. I'm a fucking pincushion and a pascifist, but a chump I'm fucking not. I can take shit, and I do, often. But to err is human, to forgive is devine, and to learn from your fucking mistakes is... practical.
Fuck this and fuck you.
I at least deserved some fucking honesty, did I not?
You're still working as much as you did before, going to school as much as you did before... One-point-five months later: New Boyfriend!
Hahahahaha! Fuck trying to be friends with you dude. Seriously. Friends don't fuck friends over, let alone fuck with their feelings. Whether we once had a relationship or not, some common fucking courtesy is expected.
And then when I vent to a few select friends, some details come out the woodwork!
You never really were good at expressing yourself... But even one syllable fucking words can hold some fucking truth in them...
Who the fuck are you to criticize anyone's beliefs, let alone mine which are purely benefitial to the world and the lives of all that I encounter? Just because I'm happy doesn't mean I'm oblivious. I know damn well I don't make that much money. I know damn well I'm young and I have the whole fucking world at my fingertips. I know damn well that I can do anything I want. I know damn well that I'm smart. I know damn well that I can be successful at anything I apply myself to. I know damn well what the point of my fucking existance on this fucking planet is for...
Do you?
So go ahead and point your fucking finger. Behind the finger is a fool.
I don't give a shit how much fucking money I make, I have friends and family.
I don't give a shit how much advancement my job has in store for me, I have memories of all the shit that will only happen once in my lifetime, for the rest of my life.
I don't give a shit how many hours of overtime you and your lame money-hungry friends worked, I'm living life.
I don't give a shit how fucking far two people are, my love knows no bounds.
I don't give a shit.
There's more to fucking life.
Like how fucking one dimensional can you be?
Aren't you in touch with your fellow man? Our collective being?
What would you rather have:
1). A year full of memories, making new friends every day, creating beautiful pieces of art, visiting gorgeous fucking places, feeling the love that life's simple pleasures bring, basking in the love of others... Enjoying and creating and remembering experiences that will stick with you every single day for the rest of your life...
Or...
2.) An apartment that is sliiiightly bigger, or a car that is sliiightly faster than your old one, that you're able to afford as a result of grueling work and stress and blood and sweat and tears?
Shallow isn't a term for physical jadedness anymore.
I love how the chick that I didn't know in the least, ended up having sex with on New Years last year, and remained in touch with all the while was your sworn fucking enemy for the LONGEST time. You'd cry and vent about all the stupid shit she's done and how you can't stand that we've slept together and blah-blah-blah... And now... She's your bestest pal, hookin' you up with her friends!
Fuck you, and fuck her.
I am a human fucking being and my feelings are fucking valid.
My life has value.
Tomorrow is going to be the happiest day of my life. For those of you who think that might sound like a bold statement... You don't know me.
Tomorrow will be good. Tomorrow's tomorrow will be better. And from this day forward, just as yesterday's forward, and yesterday's yesterday had a progressively beautiful future ahead of it...
Things will get better.
I live and I love.
It's a shame most people don't...
Tomorrow comes today.
Live.
Love.
- PunkerSlut
Oooooooooh man! I'm so unbelievably ridiculously angry! I haven't been this fucking pissed and fucking happy at the same time in sooooo long!
Fuck you.
You know who the fuck you are.
"I can't be with you. I love you. I am in love with you. But I can't work three jobs and go to school and maintain a happy relationship. I feel like I'm neglecting you and you deserve much better."
Haaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You're so fucking diluted and a product of lame fucking conditioning... Whaaaat the fuck...
I don't even know where to begin!
Hahahahahahahaha!
You "love" someone, you make it fucking work. You make sacrifices and you make ends meet. Love is the meaning of life. You failed. I should have known something was up when you dump someone for an unnecessary amount of jobs to maintain a lifestyle that is so redundant, even you do not understand it... How is that "love". Something tells me you don't know what love truly is...
Life is not working to the brink of fucking tears. Life is not overstressing and overscheduling and over-racking your brain for the sake of "not being like my parents". Dude. I fucking hate my parents too. Trust me. I don't want to be like them probably a drastic amount more than you don't want to turn out like yours...
But...
"From the forest itself, comes the handle for the ax."
I'm not a fucking junkie. I don't do drugs. I never have. I'm going to treat everyone I know with respect and love and I can cope and deal with all of life's problems just fucking fine.
I am not going to turn out like them.
You're cute and you're adorable. But you're fucked.
Success isn't a measure of career, income or notoriety. Success is happiness.
Work yourself to death, see how much it pays off in the end. Nobody will remember your name. As tragic as it is, hard work gets you fucking nowhere (just try to remember ONE of the names of the unfortunate slaves and immigrants who built the CP rail which essentially built this country... Sad but true: you can't.). Smart work does. And part of working smart is finding "the path of least resistance". Like, come on! That's human fucking nature! Years of psychology didn't have to teach me that... Just fucking being and staying in touch with your central guidance system will tell you that.
"The harder you try,
The less you succeed.
Don't try at all and get everything you need."
And then the list goes on...
I was nothing but a stand-up-fucking gentleman to you, and even in the situations where I was pushed to my edge, I remained civil. I'm a fucking pincushion and a pascifist, but a chump I'm fucking not. I can take shit, and I do, often. But to err is human, to forgive is devine, and to learn from your fucking mistakes is... practical.
Fuck this and fuck you.
I at least deserved some fucking honesty, did I not?
You're still working as much as you did before, going to school as much as you did before... One-point-five months later: New Boyfriend!
Hahahahaha! Fuck trying to be friends with you dude. Seriously. Friends don't fuck friends over, let alone fuck with their feelings. Whether we once had a relationship or not, some common fucking courtesy is expected.
And then when I vent to a few select friends, some details come out the woodwork!
You never really were good at expressing yourself... But even one syllable fucking words can hold some fucking truth in them...
Who the fuck are you to criticize anyone's beliefs, let alone mine which are purely benefitial to the world and the lives of all that I encounter? Just because I'm happy doesn't mean I'm oblivious. I know damn well I don't make that much money. I know damn well I'm young and I have the whole fucking world at my fingertips. I know damn well that I can do anything I want. I know damn well that I'm smart. I know damn well that I can be successful at anything I apply myself to. I know damn well what the point of my fucking existance on this fucking planet is for...
Do you?
So go ahead and point your fucking finger. Behind the finger is a fool.
I don't give a shit how much fucking money I make, I have friends and family.
I don't give a shit how much advancement my job has in store for me, I have memories of all the shit that will only happen once in my lifetime, for the rest of my life.
I don't give a shit how many hours of overtime you and your lame money-hungry friends worked, I'm living life.
I don't give a shit how fucking far two people are, my love knows no bounds.
I don't give a shit.
There's more to fucking life.
Like how fucking one dimensional can you be?
Aren't you in touch with your fellow man? Our collective being?
What would you rather have:
1). A year full of memories, making new friends every day, creating beautiful pieces of art, visiting gorgeous fucking places, feeling the love that life's simple pleasures bring, basking in the love of others... Enjoying and creating and remembering experiences that will stick with you every single day for the rest of your life...
Or...
2.) An apartment that is sliiiightly bigger, or a car that is sliiightly faster than your old one, that you're able to afford as a result of grueling work and stress and blood and sweat and tears?
Shallow isn't a term for physical jadedness anymore.
I love how the chick that I didn't know in the least, ended up having sex with on New Years last year, and remained in touch with all the while was your sworn fucking enemy for the LONGEST time. You'd cry and vent about all the stupid shit she's done and how you can't stand that we've slept together and blah-blah-blah... And now... She's your bestest pal, hookin' you up with her friends!
Fuck you, and fuck her.
I am a human fucking being and my feelings are fucking valid.
My life has value.
Tomorrow is going to be the happiest day of my life. For those of you who think that might sound like a bold statement... You don't know me.
Tomorrow will be good. Tomorrow's tomorrow will be better. And from this day forward, just as yesterday's forward, and yesterday's yesterday had a progressively beautiful future ahead of it...
Things will get better.
I live and I love.
It's a shame most people don't...
Tomorrow comes today.
Live.
Love.
- PunkerSlut
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Well, you should stick to just getting your tat... Coachella is mindbendingly expensive and will suck your resources dry.
xoxo
Okay, so, for Coachella.. $350 for the tickets, $30 each day for water, $90 per night for the cheapest skankiest motel room. Plus food. It runs about $600 total if you want to be comfortable.
Not to mention, its about 110 degrees of dry desert heat, and no shade for any of the shows.
There are shade tents, and chill tents, but once they are full of people, they just become sticky sauna tents where you just want to stay as still as possible.
If you dont drink tons of water each day, you WILL get sick and tired from heat sickness.
Btw.. there is a chance i might be moving to Seattle this summer.... and i noticed Maple Ridge isn't too far away..