Be brave like a ladybird who climbs up the hood of a pram to reach the tree ( the tree symbolises your goals).
I refuse to obey social and cultural customs
I make my own rules
I follow them
I cherish them
Nobody can change my thinking
Nobody can change me as a person
I’m the master of my own revolution
If you can’t see the rainbow after the storm make one yourself. The fortune is in your own hands and awaiting your approval !!!
Dear Twats whom I may have known for a while and who reside on this beautiful and decying planet of Earth. I’ve had enough of your
ways of interacting with other human beings. You are creatures of a betraying nature and most of all you use mental health as the main weapon of your choice. You have a beeping radar directed at people for whom mental health is extremely important. Your narcisitic nature allows you to adjust to people by getting to know them and changing your colours accordingly to their likes and deslikes. Somehow your attire is comparable to a lizard’s skin but you obviously don’t deserve this highly gracious comparison.
I would classify you as a pile of SHIT. A Pile of Shit is a person WHO changes their consistency depending on food eaten during the day.
The Pile of Shit is usually a puddle of foul content of wrongly digested edible matter. It’s like you, you devour people’s soul, you can’t digest it so you violently expel it using your anal & rectal ego and lies. When the conflict arises, you justify all your actions and behaviour blaming it on POOR SELF ESTEEM & BEING LOST.
Oh how sad !!!
Poor you, you are taken care of, carassed with self pity and when the pitty, bumpy surface of a friendship is smooth once again you repeat your offence over and over and over again.
Go back to the sewage.
Not so kind regards,
Victims of Twats in this world
Grey thoughts are blooming in my head like rotten apples dying in the tree. Drops of rain falling on my face keep me awake. I try to fall to sleep but I can’t because being in a coma doesn’t sound appealing to me at all. I don’t feel myself anymore. I’m just a machine who is programmed to live among other people. The last ounce of human carcass in my heart admires the nature. I’m sleepy and I’m tired. Goodnight Misery. Welcome blissful state of mind.
Don’t let other people ( even your family) to diminish your value. Stay strong and assertive in the reality created by you.