date:
Monday, September 29, 2008
title: Garr VS Crack Attic
So I’ve found her blog again. God why do I have to even bother? Why’d do I even have to even try and go for it? Why’d do I even allow my fingers and head to do their thing when my heart told me not to?
It sucks to be good at something and then at the end of the day, that one thing your good at just destroys you.
I knew she had a blog before. She showed it to me, and asked me if I could change her profile background and details for her. So I’m wtf, what else could happen? The situations that I put myself in. I’m a self destructive moron that doesn’t deserved to be in a world where everybody just abuses their right to call themselves a friend, expecting everybody to acknowledge who they are and at the end, just switch sides to whom ever that they want to be with even caring the relentless sacrifices one has made and just well F everything that has been done in the past.
It makes no sense to me being in this world. It’s full of fakes and discrimination and though yes I admit I have involuntarily contributed to it, it just seems fair that I got what I deserved and just get laugh at for trying to impersonate some saint.
What ever things will be, I shall forever doom my chances of making it up thus shall I just be another nobody and remain such a person till the day I reach the good old dying age of 50. Yea, I made a commitment I’m gonna die at that age. Perhaps the fact that Annia told me after that age, I’ll probably be such a weak person which couldn’t take care of myself and will reside in others coming unwillingly to my aid. Or even for the matter of how I saw my gramps struggle himself and how alone he was staying in that house just right off the church.
I’m not thinking of running away and hoping that some miracle cure will make me stay the way I am. Living things grow old and rot away, that’s how the rule of life shall remain. Society however shall always proceed with the strong and cast out what it deems weak and just piled on more pressure for the younger generations to rebel and rebel some more till those old freaks get sick of them.
I’ll be sure to put on some counter measures for Astrid and her gang, just in case she commits to her word of how she’ll bag me up to be ship to a mental institution due to how suicidal I can sound.
This piece of thought came to me suddenly, it sounds cheesy. But at least it rhymes and it makes my post seem longer. So sue me.
Garr kill crack attic,
Crack attic tried to rebel,
Garr stares deep inside,
While crack attic manifest behind,
The two forces collide,
And both end up tired and died.
