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Fuck This Shit.




i am fucking enraged and pissed off by current devolopments.. just when i think things couldn't get any worse i end up fucked up the ass by someone i trusted.... so what else is new.... i am starting to belive that i should just fucking pack up and leave this city.. i was happier in windsor... shit... i was happier on the streets of toronto without a roof over my head back when i was 17. i am not fucking caring anymore about this world and everything in it... why the fuck should i give a rat ass when everyone i engange in assitance fucks me over... better to just run away from my problems and be a deadbeat dad.. too bad my Mother raised with more fucking backbone than that... thank god for family supports... if not i think my fragile mental state would make columbine look like a video game... i know i would never act upon my anger and urges but goddamnit right now the whole idea of doing it is so tasty.... if i hadn't put mental and pyschic barriers to the subconcious part of me where my real anger lies i would be going ballastic right now... and the funny fucking part.... the person that deserves this anger is actually being felt sorry for.... because she's such a fucking loser.... it's not my life she's destroying i think she's starting to realize it... of course.. it fucking help's when someone i trusted helps to deflect the anger upon herself by being useless... i mean how much more of a useless fucking person can you be when you hold a persons life in your hands.... 6.9 hours my ass... more like maybe 20 minutes... i am having trouble trying to deal can you tell?

Current Mood: Explosive Anger.

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