Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Filth

We can blame it on a lot of things. Or we can just admit we were shit people.
Have you ever had that feeling where you are just kind of numb but then again really angry. Angry at everything. Even angry for being angry. And yet this anger is somewhat mixed with confusion and sadness and you just don't understand what it is that you are actually feeling. Well. That's me - every single day. Despite of being angry you laugh and joke around, hold your head up high, keep a smile on your face and try to shine like a ray of light. People compliment you for being happy-looking. And that's that. They just don't get it. Not all of them, but most. And it's good that they don't, it only means that they aren't fucked up or at least as fucked up.
To think about it.. how else do you cope in this filthy gut rotting world. You either live in your own fantasy world, not understanding why people are angry or sad or whatever else, or you are angry or sad.. and develop a mental illness, such as depression or anxiety or whatever else. Of course you can always try being something in the middle.. but where does that get you? Maybe it's just my mental illness talking but.. that's how I see it..
People are shit. And, yes, no matter how much I would like to deny it, I'm shit too. I try my best not being a shitty person, but there seems to be a huge group of people who actually get a kick out of being assholes.
People are animals and by saying this I think that animals would be offended. People are worse than those who walk on all-fours. And I hope that whoever is reading this knows why, understands. If you don't - just think about it.

My dead azalea.

PS: I hate mosquitos.
PSS: I think they're reviving, because this is just unbelievable.