I reiterate myself with my teeth clenched and my fingers hovering hesitantly over the keyboard:
(I) Don’t want to have to realise that there are more important things than how I feel and sometimes I don’t get what I want, most of the time I don’t get anything at all.
No, this is not some earth-shattering revelation. I’ve been said no to so many times today in so many different ways I JUST WANT TO EXPLODE.
The world doesn’t play nice because you need it to. It will probably laugh in your face, push you over, and rub your face in the dirt.
It’s just that – AAAAAAAAAAARGH DAMMIT. Why can’t things just fall in place for once?!
Metaphorical roadblocks everywhere I go. I squirm my way out of a pile of shit to see a giant pothole right in front of me. GAH.
I don’t even normally use the word “gah”. WTH.
CANNOT LO I TELL YOU. Now I’m doing stuff I don’t even WANT to do – just because it’s the right thing to do. Which brings me to…
CONFORMITY.
I’ve always kinda somewhat prided myself on being a non-conformist but I have come to realise that I am just as bad as the rest of them. The only way to be a non-conformist is to not belong (this sentence is redundant).
… to not belong.
Hmm.
