Friday, January 26, 2007

HEY, WAITAMINUTE!

I didnt know there were peoples comments on this page!
haha, I'm an idiot. I was just browsing through the page boredly, and I see it says "1 comment" for an article here or there...I always thought if there was a comment it would SHOW, and I'd get an email or something. haha

Thanks for the comments, guys. Very encouraging. It seriously means a lot :)

uh. How do u spell encourage? is that right?

Holy crAP, that hurts.

I'm sorry if this sounds bitter, but thats how I feel. Unlike most assholes out there I'm not afraid to admit how I feel because I really dont give a shit what you think of me.

This letter is a swear word to all two faced sons of bitches out there. The people who pretend to act friendly, only because its the socially acceptable thing to do, while the whole time they think of you as some disgusting creature. The people who dont have the balls to say out loud how they feel about you, so instead they pretend to like you, and be nice to you. Open up to you as a friend, and vice versa. But then when it becomes too inconveniant to give you a fake smile, they show their true colors. And you feel the pain of having someone you thought of as a friend turn around and make you feel as worthless and useless as tHEY actually are.

Two faced pricks that judge you for being imperfect and stupid, while they dont realize that being a hyppocrite and a breaker of hearts is something far worse and deliberate.

I swear to God, I hate you all that are like that. I dont hate you because I think your lesser than me. I hate you because, whether you realize it or not, you are hurting people down to the core of their damn souls. How can you feel anything but hate for something that hurts you so exquisitely? Even if they did it out of ignorance or fear of social unnacceptance. No matter what their reasons are, the pain is still there, and fuck you all for causing it for the sake of shallow conveniance.

You dont act out of a principle or belief, or any sort of expression of your OWN soul. You act based on what society and your little friends deem as acceptable or cool. Well, fuck your lack of standards. It doesnt hurt that you secretly think of me as an idiot. I really dont give a shit what you think. What hurts is the fact that you smile and pretend to be a friend, and when I've softened enough and become completely trusting, you strike and show me how you really feel, when you know I'll be too shocked and hurt to defend myself.
I cant help but wonder...how the fuck do you smile at a person that you believe is an idiot? You look at a guy and think "What a fucking shithead." But then you smile at him. Your fakeness is the most disgusting thing I can ever imagine, you spineless assholes.

This letter is to all the people that do that, whether they admit it to themselves or not.

My only consolation is that when you die, nobody will give a fuck about you. Because there are so many people out there like you. Fake assholes that just follow the flock blindly because their too scared to express their own feelings honestly. When you die, there will be many others that can take your place and do the exact fake things that you do. It'll be as if you were never there, and life will just go on. One fake asshole after another. Replaceable and forgotten.

I swear tho, I'm not gonna change myself because of you. I'm not gonna be some scared, over-carefull coward who wont speak until he's absolutely sure that there arent any hypocrites out there to judge him. I wont compromise my own freedom of expression and openness because of narrow minded pricks that will ALWAYS exist.
There will be pain, but being myself, completely free and uncompromised and unafraid is more than worth the price of that pain.

Anyway...I just get a little angry at hypocrites that hurt people because of their two-facedness. Even though thats not a real word, I dont care.

And to all the people who have felt betrayed by someones fakeness before? I think all of us have felt that. SOme deal with it maturely, some dont. I'm not one of the mature people.
Its the people that go out and DO this crap that this letter is addressed to.

This rant is finished.

I'll write something more pleasant and rainbow-y some other day.