Man, what a mess
And, like, I’m a mess
Don’t need any more nor anyone’s more mess thank you very much
I’m learning how to be a better person it doesn’t involve interacting with people who aren’t.
I’m so sick of performative action
I’ll push back until
Why is it always until?
You realise that’s how the system works right?
You’re guilty until you’re rich
Paedophiles are bad until you’re powerful
Starving people is bad until you’re a CEO starving your workers second handedly
No
Fucking
Fuck all of you untils
What a house of cards
I refuse to bend because of I do I will make excuses for things that should not be excused
If it’s wrong, it’s wrong
Fucking Jupiter can have his justice and his circumstances I don’t see any justice here
Being on the bottom is such a trip
Being the punch line is so over rated
Excuse my conscience
HE IS LOUD
Mr. Cat
I saw that
Please just don’t do that to someone face to face
Mustn’t break them
Like they broke me
And last to bed I bid tomorrow come quieter and with fewer bitches in pink
I always hated that movie
Bullying is fine if there’s a happy ending and a cute girl right?
I don’t know how you do it
I can’t even watch them silently through my fingers and here you are being begged for help and you stand silent
For all the hot girls in the Universe
I’d trade them for some decency
If every pretty girl ceased to exist I’d sleep well if the trade was some decency
Heh, for once I’m not damning myself to the damning as well
Sorry, you can take all the sexiness from the world and replace it with fucking decent human beings with rot for faces
Ever wonder what the inside of an insane person’s head looks like?
That can be their faces
If they’re nice people they can have anuses for faces for all I care
Now I’m trying to remember which stupid late night cartoon had anuses for faces
Sorry, sorry, this is going no where
Just let me process
What a waste of space
And air
I wonder if air is as precious as life
Just as abused as life, that’s for sure
I’m really not interested in anything that happened today.
Morbid curiosity
I’d say the Cat is dead but he just said some very unkind things so maybe just napping
Maybe he’s like one of those games where when you go to bed your HP is replenished
That would explain it
Technicality
Infinite lives
Just my luck
The problem, my dear Cat, who had been echoing around in my brain all day
The problem is I agree with you for once
I’m not going to apologise
We’re fucked, but what else is new?
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