Dear people. I neglect you. Mostly because right now my anger is vented at you, which is really just me using you as an excuse for my own behaviour, my mirror, if you will, but nevertheless I am angry at you.
Firstly, to all the promiscuous. What the fuck are you doing? Trying to fill a hole? Don’t you know your making it bigger!
Don’t you know what sex is? Of course all you think about is fluids and pleasure and fucking and sensation because well, why not. WHats the worry, whats the catch. I can fuck as much as I want. Never mind the fact that I’m giving away all of my energy to someone who doesn’t even know what to do with it. Doesn’t have a fucking clue, and she’s bringing me down with it, for her pleasure.
Of course that was her job all along. I know her soul, and I can see through facades. It is a shame she cannot see herself.
Secondly, that was it. I’m too angry at the moment to write a coherent or intelligent or something worth your time of reading, but I’m very angry at the fact that you don’t even care that oblivion is around the corner. Very angry.
See you in happier times
