human-hater

I am having a human-hating day so please don't mind me so much. I'm just rather irritated and can't seem to figure out the human race. Why are we all so fucking selfish all the time? No one's really very considerate. This isn't out to make me look perfect because we all know that I'm not and that I make mistakes, large ones at that, which don't really help the situation. But, I can say that I at least try. And I'm so sick of certain characteristics of certain people. Like the way someone chews their food, for the love of God fucking SHUT YOUR MOUTH. Or the way people stare, like I happen to know I have a fucking paper clip attached to my jeans but do I look like I give two shits about it? NO. Oh, and while I'm on the topic of venting frustrations, let's kick back to relationships. Now, boys, fuck boys. That's all they're really good for anyways, is a good ole fuck. Cause, I can't seem to handle them anymore. FYI: If you're gonna date me, let me know beforehand if I remind you totally of some other girl you know. Two weeks, two months, two years into the relationship, at 3 o'clock in the morning when you're talking to me on the phone? Don't fucking call me by another girl's name. It won't get you any brownie points whatsoever, and don't ever expect to get back in my pants without a fight. motherfuckindipshit. AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, if I ain't just pretty enough for you, if I don't match up to some actress that you adore, don't tell me that. You think that does well for the ego? hell no. you think that does well for our relationship? fuck no. Maybe that whole dreamdictionary nonsense is true. seclusion from the world, disaster, danger and dark characteristics. Maybe the only destructive thing that's going to happen is that I'm going to let my mind free and speak what I think instead of what you want to hear. Why am I so angry? I'm feeling completely out of control of my life and I don't like it at all. For all the support I get, I'd probably be better off without it. I can't handle life. That's pretty much the point I'm trying to get across is that I, for the life of me, cannot handle anything. Is it just for this moment? This hour? This day? I think not. I wasn't cut for this day n' age. I am not a piece of dough that we cookie-cutter into place on Earth. This is not my time. Maybe 20 years ago, had I been the age that I am now, I might have been excessivly happy without the aid of narcotics. But right now, if you ask me? I'd rather not be treading the paths of this life. And perhaps God'll be gracious next time and reincarnate me into that spider I killed about a month ago.