So ... I can't. For the life of me, stay off my phone.
I suck at that. And plus, need I remind myself that writing or typing (what have you) soothes my stupid soul. This soul is a nuisance to me, always haunting me with memories from the past. Oh and get this...
My past? It wasn't even that horrible!!! For fucks sake man. Everybody goes through shit, I was just hypersensitive and couldn't take responsibility for anything that I did wrong because I was a bad person. And I am so fucking dumb, because I failed miserably, ruined peoples lives, and I don't know man (probably sent them to mental hospitals because I psychologically fucked with their heads) and that shit is uncalled for. That shit is beyond fucked up. And now, I can admit to being the fucked up person that I was.
And I most certainly do not want to go back to those days ever again. I mean shit, I worked once right?? (Fuck, working and I don't mix. I'm too sensitive for this world.) I was working, and bitch ass blonde tall lanky yet chunky middle-manager yelled at me for being fucking disabled. Hahahajajahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahshahahaha, big mistake lady, because I had a headache after her yelling session and I took an entire bottle of aspirin.
Had to get checked into the emergency room for that and then after, they took me to a mental institute. It sucks man. Life sucks man. Don't fucking yell at someone if you can tell they're already broken and recovering, or you'll break them again and they need to go back to recovering at the mental institute. Like honestly people. Come on. Come the fuck on.
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