Fucking bullshit.
Crap.
Shitting fartballs.
why do things work out when you wish they'd completely crash and burn
hope fucking bullshit hope why does it even speak
it is hope that kills
you kill hope and you mfking win over yourself
shit fucking crapping ballshitting godfuckiing pissfarts
consistency in disappointments is so much better than this rollercoaster of hope and disappointment
of course all of this exists completely entirely and totally all inside my head
the head is the problem of course, but yeah we need it around so....can't complain there
but it's the hope fuckin' hope why must we hope
how does living in the moment help me with this i wonder
i wander
directionless
gods, am I a wanderer now
a vagabond
what is it that I search for
and how the fucking fuck did this complaint turn into a poem
live.in.the.moment.
burn.all.the.bridges.
life.will.go.on
the.sun.shall.rise.
the.birds.will.sing
those little shits
hope.and.set.yourself.up.for.disappointment.
don't.count.on.anything.or.anybody.
live.in.the.moment
sometimes life gives you a present
so well wrapped and you get excited
take forever to open it
and when you open it you realize
actually it's a shit sandwich
but it's your mistake you shouldn't have gotten your hopes high
you cannot trust life to give you gifts
just go on, hopeless and with little expectations
and let it surprise you
blow.
your.
mind.
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