All The Rage (That Hides Inside)

This fuck put me back in this headspace and expects me to bow because he gives me rides to work. For the last what two months? Walked for literally SIX FUCKING YESRS BEFORE THAT. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SO ENTITLED THAT YOU ASSUME YOU NEED ME OR I NEED YOU FOR. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO ASSUME I WANT YOUR SHIT SUICIDE MENTAL SPACE. FUCK OFF.

Why should I refuse to commit violence upon myself if I am fucking worthless and don’t need to exist because I am fucking useless fucking shit. A minefield of emotions they said. As if it’s just a song. Fuck you. My life is a minefield in my brain and out of it you fuck.

Violence is the answer if the fuckass useless FSGGOT won’t get the fuck out of the fucking way because they’re a fucking stupid fuck.

When I did this page and got known with my first profile you could watch people kill themselves. I can watch people literally fucking slit their own throats on Facebook but not on the site owned by Facebook where that content came from in the first place. Fuck this shit.

Fuck all of you

you pathetic

Useless prick

Under the weight of your agony

Send tits. Lots of tits. Tits make warm fuzzies, right?…. Fuck..

Like to be blunt the fucked part is even Tumblr doesn’t let me just be as fucksd as I am and if I have no outlet for that whole shit eventually I will fucking die anyway but fuck it who needs real Tumblr anyway fucking fuckwads

Seems we’ve found

A way to stay around

Not saying we like this shit

We just stay legit

Because we’re the shit

And if you fake it enough you make it

So we’ll just say

We’re good till the day

We get what we deserve for all of it

Crying on the bed with Alcohol and pills but it won’t Repair your trust You can’t stand on two fucking feet With a Substance as a Crutch

You are your only friend and your own worst enemy.

Funny story. In the days of my first Tumblr I had over 30,000 followers and around 1,000 daily interactives. At times I used to miss it. Now I’m glad no one gives a fuck they I exist because I don’t even give a fuck. I only live because my family needs the person that exists in the family. Every person. Some people in my position decide they still should die. I did twice and am still here. I can’t die. I’m not supposed to yet. For the love of fuck, if someone cares about you more than you do, exist with the goal of living longer. At least then you have a reason to exist. I’m still just a fucking fuck up. I don’t know why I exist other than the fact that I’m a parent now. And I suck. Idk what the fuck even. But these people need me so I still fight even though I eventually break and beg to die when the fact is no one fucking cares at all. Except the people that need you to exist. Sometimes that has to be enough. Especially if you can’t figure out for yourself why you matter, or especially if you know yet don’t believe. Idk I suck but I try. Whether it matters or not I hope to live long enough and well enough to find out someday.

These scars won’t tear us apart …….

If you have nothing good to say you’ve given up already and proven why I gave up on myself before I even met you

To repeat

You can’t stand on

Two fucking feet

WITH A SUBSTANCE

AS

A

CRUTCH