What the hell is wrong with people lately. Nobody gives a flying fuck what anyone has to say, about their opinions, their thoughts, their hopes, dreams, passions. They just wait in the wings to say what they need to say and then walk away, if you are lucky. If not, they stay to stick you with verbal pins and needles. Hoping to burst some bubble they think you have. Then, should you have the gall to stand up for yourself, they spew vitriol and claim untruths as their holy grail.
I'm done with it. I'm done with it in person. I'm done with it via social media. I'm done with it in any form people choose to pursue it. I have bigger fish to fry. I have real problems. I don't need so-called friend adding to my woes. I don't need faceless clowns and jokers feeling that my life is worth belittling for their amusement, when they themselves look so sad and so alone. I usually reach out for those people, but I'm tired of it. Tired of being some sort of emotional gauze, then have them turn. Then there are the cowards who don't even know me well, but feel comfortable addressing me in any way they see fit.
I loathe cliches, but I sometimes wonder what it would be like, to reach down, remove my shoes and offer them to all those who think they know me. The reality is, the cliche wouldn't work, because I doubt their tiny feet would even fit.
I'm done with it. I'm done with it in person. I'm done with it via social media. I'm done with it in any form people choose to pursue it. I have bigger fish to fry. I have real problems. I don't need so-called friend adding to my woes. I don't need faceless clowns and jokers feeling that my life is worth belittling for their amusement, when they themselves look so sad and so alone. I usually reach out for those people, but I'm tired of it. Tired of being some sort of emotional gauze, then have them turn. Then there are the cowards who don't even know me well, but feel comfortable addressing me in any way they see fit.
I loathe cliches, but I sometimes wonder what it would be like, to reach down, remove my shoes and offer them to all those who think they know me. The reality is, the cliche wouldn't work, because I doubt their tiny feet would even fit.
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