- If you really think about, the motivation behind everything you do, what does it reveal? That you like to do something, that you are passionate about it? That you want to please? Well, my answer to it is: I couldn’t give a s**t about it. The main reason for working hard in school, helping around the house, trying to help out in any way I can was so I could go out once in awhile and have more leeway. But instead I get nothing, zip, null, zero. So what is the point in doing anything? I couldn’t give a s**t about school, or about work, or anything. I have been yelled at constantly by everyone one of my friends, been snapped at, been ignored and excommunicated by one of my friends and now I can’t even go out with the one guy that hasn’t done anything to hurt me. That has made me quite happy. And he has been sick for some time, and now that e is better we were both going out on a date but then my parents made me cancel. He doesn’t know yet and I don’t want to disappoint him. So what am I supposed to do? Well, I sure as hell am NOT going to do anything to further their damned endeavors.
- by Deaths Calling Card |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 01/23/2009 |
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- Title: Leave me now
- Artist: Deaths Calling Card
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- Date: 01/23/2009
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- Robot Squirrel - 01/25/2009
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Very, very good release of frustration, but I think this would be better suited to the Fiction arena.
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