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
Pregnancy is a strange mental and physical state. All of the sudden you feel like some alien force has taken over every single thing you were previously in charge of. If I could compare my brain to an object I would happily compare it to this partially burnt gate called ‘Franky’ who proudly poses for the picture. I’m not saying that a pregnancy is not a miracle- it’s a miraculous and wonderful but freaky occurrence which sucks up every ounce of your energy you’ve had spared leaving you functioning like a Zombie. And yes, every pregnancy is different, some find it easy, some find it difficult and some loose the will to live. I stick with the third option. They say it will pass, it will get easier… Will it really? As far as I know I’m growing a human being inside my body and soon I will be responsible for their entire life until they mature. While I feel rotten to the core I embrace my partially burned and scorched pregnancy brain. Yes, I still manage to find happiness in my newly given sweet and wonderful misery 😊
I prefer to walk barefoot on the rocks feeling every step than wearing the most expensive type of shoes. Materialistic approach to life has no value apart from very fragile, dubious and misleading layer which can crack anytime leaving the ‘proud owner’ empty handed.
I imagine life to be a deep hole without a bottom at the end. When you are born , you are being pushed into it and start falling down at a high velocity.There are feathers and flowers growing out of the walls. When you touch them they caress your soul so you feel lucky, loved and fortunate. But there are also pointy rods and swords. When they pierce your soul you pray and wait to hit the rock bottom. You never do.Time heals your wounds and the cycle begins again. You only hit the rock bottom when your time comes.