Everyone whom surrounds me,
seems to be a ******* simpleton.

I'm looked down on and people actually believe that I'M the stupid one,
Stupid because of my views on dogmatic religion like Christianity.
Stupid because I won't watch my mouth around those I don't respect.
Stupid because I've done a lot of drugs that have left holes in my brain.

The funny thing is, I may have holes in my brain, I may be completely ******* fried, I may have different views, and a ***** mouth.
Yet I'm still a lot smarter than the dumb ***** around me who are still living underneath their blankets, hiding from all the monsters roam and disguise themselves as everything they love.

I was in the forest the other day,
I found fun things,
albeit I had no idea what they'd do.

I didn't know if they'd **** me,
or give me a kick *** high,
I decided to find out.

The minutes are rolling by,
and so am I.
Did that cactus just open it's eyes?

I'm tripping *****,
and I'm loving every minute of it.
Things are finally coming to life.

I had a chat with that ****** rat.
She admitted all the **** she'd done behind my back.
I was surprised, I'd thought she was a close friend.

I had a conversation with a lippy lizard,
and he told me the absolute truth about what he thought.
It was good to hear, but nothing I'd never heard from him before.

I became best friends with a ******* cactus.
We mostly bonded over mutual hatred.
We're both ******, and neither of us give a ****.

I think that's why we're the best of friends.
He and I always have been.

Please quit pretending to give ****.
We all know you just don't want your house ***** to overdose & die.
That's really all I am here, a house *****.

I have no other purpose other than to clean your house,
and taking care of the three kids you popped out,
and as someone for you to take all of your hate out on.

But you can't have your biological daughter running around,
and ruining your "great" reputation.
So private school it is.

So that your unruly, *******, house *****,
learns some manners.
You're 32 years old, and still don't have your **** together.

Yet you're 15 year old daughter is expected to deal with all your **** on top of the fact that everyone around her are dropping like flies, and she's expected to be perfectly happy and okay, with all of it.

I'm and indecisive human.
I often contradict myself.
This is because many humans are complex beings with different thoughts constantly running around inside of their skull.

I may say I hate everyone, but there are always one or two people that I hate less than everyone else.
I may want my mother to die in a pit of hellfire, but on some level I'm grateful that she didn't abort me like she planned, despite all the bad ****.

People have opinions on EVERYTHING and even if something is basically the same subject matter, they most likely have a million contradicting thoughts.

I simply don't give a **** anymore.
Physical pain doesn't even phase me.
Mental abuse is nothing.
****** abuse has become predictable.
Verbal abuse is nothing but a faint buzzing sound.

At first I just thought I was numb.
But it turns out I've just lost the will to live.
I couldn't care less as to whether I live or die.
It simply does not matter.
There's no difference anyway I assume.

Stop trying to determine whether or not a person is good or bad.
Just focus on determining their level of toxicity to you.

Some people will give to charity, but beat their wives.
Others will help the homeless, but smuggle drugs.

We cannot be bad people.
We cannot be good people.

The only thing we can be, is human.

I hate that stupid ******* **** with a passion.
I honestly hope she gets exactly what she deserves.

I hope karma gets her back for all the times she abandoned me with random people who hurt me over and over again until she finally came back for me months later.

I hope something bites her in the *** for all the ******* boyfriends and husbands she had that did whatever they wanted to me whether she was there or not.

I hope she's killed in the worst possible way for every time she told me I was worthless, or a *****, or disgusting pig.

And I certainly hope she's tortured before she dies, for giving me a bottle of pills and a razor saying "Do whatever you see fit" and leaving me.

But I don't think she'll ever get what she deserves, because the world doesn't work like that.