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Come together..
Right now..
Q&F, how I wonder what monsters you will spawn in the coming future.
It used to be an issue of "See a problem, fix it". Now it's "see a problem, place the blame". Blame lies with him (or her) weak enough to place it. All this petty anti-social bullshit that gets spewed by the mewling masses every goddamned day really ahs to drag on your soul. Rub it thin, like a piece of paper underneath a tire. No one trusts the Mods anymore, and for that I'm not ******** surprised. People have been cheated and lied to, unfair actions have been taken. I'm not going to point fingers, because somone will get their eye poked out. Things have changed, and things have progressed. I've had my friction with fellow mods and with fellow users. (yes, I am a goddamned user, too. Wankerbitch.) Please accept this fact, and move on with your happy little lives.
We're human, as much as we would like not to be, and there is nothing we can do to change that. Tough titty, as the kitty was reported to say. This is a new year, and you know what it's going to be like? Ever other goddamned year. Things don't change. It's just the same s**t in a birght, shiny new package. So rip off that bow, and try it on. It's the same thing you wore last year. Even with all that in mind, I'm glad that year is over. It has been one ******** trainride of self-loathing, and bullshit. I've lost friends and lovers. I've done and said and thought incredibly stupid, hurtful, terrible things to tose people who matter to me the most, and the elast. I've been beaten up, done some beating, and generally given and taken all I could. I've got new scars, both physical and mental. New health issues with which to usher in the new year. New mental issues too, for that matter. Now, don't take this as me on the goddamned pitty potty. A lot of people see my ranting and raving as self-depreciative crap. They see it as me crying for sympathy and love. It's not that. Not in the least. Sometimes, the truth is just ******** harsh. Sometimes, telling the truth will cut you like a knife. Sometimes, life just plain out sucks. I've never claimed to be a birght ******** ray of sunshine. In fact, my general input on any given situation is that of the ominous black raincloud. People run when they see me coming.
Remind me not to read teh journals of most other users on this site. 99% of them just piss me off to no end. Endless bitching about things that don't really matter, that never really happened, or have no bearing on anything outside of this little cyberspace gommorah (sp?) that we've made here. In the long run, what happens on Gaia is just a drop in the ******** bucket. The friends and lovers I have lost have not been in cyberspace, on the magical intarweb. The scars I have are not on some goddamned avatar, but on my skin, in my flesh. Maybe this little escape from reality needs a goddamned reality check some days. I'm probably not the person to deliver it, though. I'm ******** up enough without having to take care of the crying wankers on here, too. So, wake up and smell the cordite of a brand new year. The times are a changin', but the metal is still cold, the gunpowder still smells tangy, and the bullet still tastes like pain. Some things never change.
Happy new year.
Current projects: Slowly killing myself with cigarettes and spite. Saying a big ol' "******** you!" to new years resolutions. Upgrading the machine. Buying some more weapons. Finishing off the Dark Tower series by stephen king. Some goals are more attainable than others, but I've got a good shot at them all. wink
 Twistex · Tue Jan 04, 2005 @ 05:48pm · 0 Comments |
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