I hate talking on the internet
First of all
Reading comprehension
Fuck
I swear people understood me better when I was in Japan, speaking a language I don’t know all of, than they do on the internet
Then they don’t even read what you’re talking about
And they’re just like let me spew more of my rhetoric
It’s impossible to form an argument because suddenly they’re blaming you for shit other people said to them
It’s so frustrating typing out the exact same thing the third time to make them understand
It’s worse because I swear I speak a different language than humans
While using the same words
And maybe that’s true
Maybe I interact with language differently because I have such strong emotions
Maybe meanings are magnified and twisted
But I’m starting to wonder if these people couldn’t pass the grade 12 English provincial in BC
I always blame myself for my not being understood
It’s like there has to be a winner in every conversation
I was not born with the competitive nature these beings profess
I just want to be understood
Course it’s not going to matter soon, I suppose, if I’m understood or not
I can’t be respected in the place I’ll be living
You know maybe he’s right
Maybe if I just lie down and take just how shitty life is it’ll hurt less
I fought so hard to be understood and ended up alone
I’ll just exist
And suffer I guess
Somehow be okay with there never being any better
No promise of dawn
This is a fucked up world we’ve created
How many more times can I say I’m about to go into my childhood abuser’s household and hear nothing in reply?
Even the keyboards are getting more fucked up
I don’t know why you made this
Society is like a four year old made a huge fucking mess and then presented it to their parents
I don’t know why you did this
It’s a huge fucking mess
I guess you got some good stimulation out of it or something you fucking unregulated toddler
I don’t know why they did this
Greed
What is it?
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