Sunday 26 May 2013
Monday 6 May 2013
why do I even bother?
Why do I even bother being nice, or being a good person? Because it's not like I ever meet good people or have any good luck. For once in my life can something go off without a hitch. This is the first time I have ever lost something, and it had to be in this country where the police are no fucking help at all and the people are selfish and ignorant and just ASSHOLES. So what if I would return someone else's phone if I picked it up, it's not like Karma fucking exists or anything, because anything good I do is just returned to me in some form of twisted misfortune.
I lose everything, and everything fucks up. Getting down to the recent specifics, the one time I get a window of opportunity to be able to get to places by myself and have some form of independence SHIT LIKE THIS HAS TO HAPPEN, and there, the tiny window to me feeling competent in any sort of way is shut. No biking to anywhere for Nisha, not after this. I am 17 years old and I have to plan ahead for any little thing I want to do, I have to give specific times, I have to leave at those specific times, there is not window, there is no freedom. I can't drop by the store because we are out of eggs, or anything easy like that, NO I HAVE TO PLAN 5 HOURS AHEAD. I hate living here so much. You do not understand how much I value being able to get myself somewhere on my own accord, I like taking public transport to get myself to somewhere I want to be, but not here. I can't fucking do anything and all it feels like is like I chocking and being forced deeper and deeper into this cell.
I would like to say, if you find something that isn't yours or if you simply take something that isn't your, YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHOLE. I do not care what your circumstances are, or if you know me and if you are my friend, it doesn't make a difference, you know you are being a fucking asshole. Because what you have taken is not yours, and you do not know what the person who owns it had to go through to get it, and you do not know the sentimental value of it. YOU DID NOT FUCKING EARN IT, SO DON'T FUCKING TAKE IT YOU SON OF A BITCH. You will know the distress you cause, and you do not know if the person you have stolen from is in a fragile emotional state. YOU ARE LOW PRICK.
I hope the person who stole my stuff gets hit by a car, and I am not exaggerating, you have got your chance, and I am done being nice, so bad shit can happen to you because you are a dishonest piece of shit and you deserve all the bad that is coming to you.
I lose everything, and everything fucks up. Getting down to the recent specifics, the one time I get a window of opportunity to be able to get to places by myself and have some form of independence SHIT LIKE THIS HAS TO HAPPEN, and there, the tiny window to me feeling competent in any sort of way is shut. No biking to anywhere for Nisha, not after this. I am 17 years old and I have to plan ahead for any little thing I want to do, I have to give specific times, I have to leave at those specific times, there is not window, there is no freedom. I can't drop by the store because we are out of eggs, or anything easy like that, NO I HAVE TO PLAN 5 HOURS AHEAD. I hate living here so much. You do not understand how much I value being able to get myself somewhere on my own accord, I like taking public transport to get myself to somewhere I want to be, but not here. I can't fucking do anything and all it feels like is like I chocking and being forced deeper and deeper into this cell.
I would like to say, if you find something that isn't yours or if you simply take something that isn't your, YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHOLE. I do not care what your circumstances are, or if you know me and if you are my friend, it doesn't make a difference, you know you are being a fucking asshole. Because what you have taken is not yours, and you do not know what the person who owns it had to go through to get it, and you do not know the sentimental value of it. YOU DID NOT FUCKING EARN IT, SO DON'T FUCKING TAKE IT YOU SON OF A BITCH. You will know the distress you cause, and you do not know if the person you have stolen from is in a fragile emotional state. YOU ARE LOW PRICK.
I hope the person who stole my stuff gets hit by a car, and I am not exaggerating, you have got your chance, and I am done being nice, so bad shit can happen to you because you are a dishonest piece of shit and you deserve all the bad that is coming to you.
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