Sick Sad World (Sometimes I wish I could wake up and not feel that awful…)

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Sometimes I wish I could wake up and not feel that awful, familiar ball of gut wrenching dread at the of another day. Another day of smiling, pleases and thank yous, do this do that, grin and bear it, ‘I’m fine’, ‘Get your head out of the clouds.’ Another day of the same people and trivial problems and meaningless chatter and everyone’s talking and no one’s listening and no one’s looking and no one sees anything. Another day of daydreaming about the futures, another day of feeling helpless and stuck. I wish that would all go away so I could just be free to travel, do what I want, think for myself, do something that scares me every day.

Sick Sad World.

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because sometimes people do actually feel that way. sometimes your feels like it’s caving in on you. sometimes people really do feel like they don’t want to exist, like they want to just curl up in a ball, and go into that place between and death. saying “i don’t want to exist” isn’t saying “i want to go die.” it’s saying “i wish that, for the time being, i could go somewhere and not have to feel.” i don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. and if you don’t know how it feels to feel this way, then you have no place to judge anyone who does.

What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives. they piss on their lives. The shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.

Charles Bukowski

If you don’t like me, remember that it’s mind over matter; I don’t mind & you don’t matter.

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Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no whenever you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.

Eve Ensler

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Guys are assholes. If you argue with him, you’re hard-headed. If you’re quiet, you don’t care. If you call him, you’re too clingy crazy. If he called you, he says you should be happy. If you don’t him, he’ll try to win you. When you do him, he leaves. If you don’t fuck him, you’re a tease. If you do, you’re easy. You tell him your problems, he says you’re irritating. If you don’t, he says you don’t trust him. If you lecture him, you just want to argue. If he lectures you, it’s because he ‘cares.’ If you break a promise, he doesn’t trust you anymore. If he breaks it, it’s because he had to. If you cheat, he expects it to be over. If he cheats, he wants another chance. THEY’RE ALL BASICALLY THE SAME. Guys drink to forget about girls; girls drink to think back about the guy. When guys are in , they become poor; then girls are in , they become pretty. Guys can forget, but can’t forgive; girls can forgive, but can’t forget. When guys are heart-broken, they try to forget about the girl by going out with another girl; when girls are heart-broken, they try to find his characteristics in another guy. Guys wish to be her first ; girls wish to be his last.