Bizarro world and a bottle of rum.

Fight or be fought. Kill or be killed.

Why can't we all just get along? -- this is why we can't have nice things.

Stupid things are done and said but I won't be held hostage by stubborness. My decisions are mine and mine alone, so stop acting like I don't know what I'm doing; because I've been making mistakes for alot longer than people give me credit for-- I think by now I would know how to avoid making another one.
I tried to be considerate, I tried to be quiet but I'm sick and tired of walking on the egg shells laid out by other people. I don't want to be the filler if the void is souly yours, I don't want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine... Lend me some fucking fresh air.

So let's all explode! Venting is so much fun when noone has the balls to say what they really mean to eachother's faces, especially when venting involves someone elses face, infront of my face... But I'm happy and glad for frustrations to be frustrations and for anger to get out of hand; my whole life has been alot of that.

Stop playing god and trying to follow him at the same time. If you want me to start being my word then lead by example and show me what it's like to constantly live in the fear of holding back or regretting last thoughts; because we all know what it's like to not want to be human, and we all know what it's like to wish everyday to be an alien amongst these people; only to wake up every morning and see those pink, fleshy, homosapien hands.

You are human.
I am human.
He is human...

...So lets all accept the fact that humans fuck up sometimes...
Let's stick by whats always been said- that problems don't happen with drug people, drug people happen with problems...

Instead of trying so god damn hard to be right all the time maybe you should start trying to prove people wrong. If you want to love me so bad then start proving me wrong when I thought I couldn't be happy with you ever again...
Or you could keep being an asshole, afterall- it's easier to be pissed off at you this way. It's easy to not feel guilty about what I've done when you yourself are guiltless and self destructive.

Don't hang death on your conscience... Take some time to grow and expand outwards, not shrink into the cool minty freshness of a dropper bottle and some amphetamine...
Actually spread the fucking peace, because we all know that I'm way too selfish and childish to do so...

aum mani padme ommo emdap inam mua ... Fucking bizzaro world.