Alright. Time for a serious journal entry. And a rant.
You have been forewarned so
don't be an annoying bitch about it.Don't bother telling me to calm down now either please.
It's annoying as shit.
You know.
Sometimes, certain people really aren't all that great.
You ever have it when you really admire someone or something and then get horribly let down when they turn out to be less than that?
You ever admire a certain something, looked up to that something, whatever it may be, only to find out it's merely trash.
Arrogant trash.They were no better, no less biased, no less racist, no more intelligent or wise than anyone else.
They were pigs just like all the rest.
Then you realize that you spent all your time idolizing and looking up to these people when in truth there was really nothing there to begin with.
Then you feel sick that you ever admired or liked these people at all. All that time you spent praising and complimenting them.
You feel like you should've realized it sooner and maybe listened to certain people.
Then we've got these same bastards looking down on you or maybe a group you associate with.
Or maybe even judging you for something like race, country or origin, people you hang out with, what you like, before they even know you.
It has thus led to my startling conclusion that
People are
fucking bullshit.PART ONE END~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Certain, people
then intelligently inform you that you are an angry bastard and you need to stop.
Gee.I
wonder whay
that fucking is...?
You're so
smart. Why don't you give yourselves a
big fat fuckin' pat on that back for how smart you fuckers are?
Gee. I wish I could be smart
like you. I am
so wrong you know? I wish I could live my life
correctly like you fuckers and
love all the time and not hate
anything.
Because it's
my fucking fault for all this shit that happens that I can't escape or resolve for awhile you know...?
Christ...It's not like I went to
your page and stated retard-ass obvious shit and insulted
you.
And it's
especially wrong for me to blow off steam with online rants in
my little domain of the internets.
Because sometimes it's the only thing you can do to avoid ripping out somethings throat.
Or would you rather I do that...? 
And it's so
wrong of me to be angry at certain things.
So
horribly wrong.
And,
gee.I'm
sorry that I
scare some of you with my seeming
hatred and pessimism.So I make a few stamps and
quite suddenly, I have a
big fuckin' problem and various people telling me how to live my fuckin' life.
Awesome.Let's get one thing
clear.I make fuckin' stamps.It's all I
can do until I get a scanner or Photoshop stops pissing me off. Or I stop pissing Photoshop off.
A lot of them
aren't meant to be taken
seriously.So shut the fuck up about it.Pessimism or GTFO LOL
PART TWO ENDAnyway.
Then we've got those
other people who then maybe come to your page and leave comments to try and bring you down and contradict you at every turn and point out what a hideous sinning bastard slime-shit you are.
Another thing I hate is how they
love to think of themselves as the
martyr and the
saint and the
self-fucking-righteous who would just
salivate at the chance to point out all of your wrongs and
what you did bad.
And then they act like they've been
totally sinned against.And
then we have the "zomg were you talking about me?!" group that thinks
every journal entry or
every angsty poem is about
thembecause they are
that fucking self-centered and have their heads stuck
so far up their ass.
Even when you've
never met some of these people before in your
life.
And
then we have the one's that say, "Well, if you're gonna be so hateful/pessimistic/angsty/whatever then why don't you just
GTFO?OH! SO SUDDENLY YOU'RE MY BOSS NOW?! IS THAT
FUCKING RIGHT?! YOU THINK YOU CAN SUDDENLY TELL ME WHAT TO DO THEN I'LL DO IT?! HUH?! HUH?!
Uh, no you fucking cock-sucking bitch.You GTFO. If you're
that fucking offended you cunt-sucking pussy.Cursing helps to blow off steam. I'm
glad cussing exists. Sometimes, you really need that extra-strong vocab.
It's like listening to angry music when you feel like bitch-slapping someone a thousand times then tearing out their eyes and shoving their genitals into a blender.
In other words,
it feels good. And, no. This is not directed at any specific people so it would be best if you didn't start bitching about that either.And yes. I am aware that no one, anywhere, loves everything.
Except the mentally-unstable or the drug-using.
