i care too much. i can't stop caring. i can't let go. Mother will call, and call, and call. i answer, without fail or hesitation. the best friend's will take, make snide comments, say mean things, do mean things, hurt me. i will be by their side no matter what. my fatal flaw is that when you tell me that i'm too emotional, i will never stop thinking that. i was once told i had the biggest nose in the third grade. i am still hyperaware, and ashamed of it.
letting go is the hardest thing to do when you think you deserve the pain.
Drinking her is a terrible experience The furious fizz fizzles on your tounge, insisting on its existence in your mouth The facade of fun from the fucia bottle flickers, leaving you with clear liquid suffering It flagrantly fizzes around your mouth, flicking your tastebuds. It’s funny she says. Then the facade of fizz fizzles, You taste hatred A bitter thirst. An acrid stench of fear, inflicted on others An unrelenting Slog Of equal suffering.
I do not know who made fizzy water, but i would like to have a chat.
Don’t upset the person who makes your food Don’t be rude They may have a mood You never know They might get upset on your food See that speckle in your dough It went bad a while ago Ever wonder why service was so slow You never know ~4/5/21
Just some common sense, since some people still don't know how to treat the person who cooks for them..
hello, how can i help you? ... sure i can do that, do you have an account with us? ... i'm not sure Sir, did she leave a hint? ... well, i would but i'm not your wife. ... it means i have no way of knowing what her favorite book is, can we try another form of info? ... that's not listed here either Sir, aren't you a grown adult or do you get a kick out of lewd prank calls? ... you won't have to, i don't need this stress.
-- the ones that teach you, who lift you up over their heads in good faith, these are their stories.
“If you are mean with me, I’ll be meaner with you” When you do something “wrong” or the evilest thing towards someone, they take revenge of that Instead of take advantage of that situation and person and trying to be better than those, than them. They need, they have the desire to be more devilish.
It’s pathetic. Mediocre.
People seem to be angels, the purest souls. Even the ones who are good human beings. But we all have a demon burning inside of us, yelling to escape, to be free. But that chaos which people have is major. They sell you an angelical aura, the best moral, and the darkness inside of them is unexpected. Even the one who can be “an angel” is and could be the malevolent ******.
don’t ever come back you left and that’s fine it’s always been fine to me i should have cheated on you because as confusing as it was i never loved you you never wanted me what you think you hold this guiding beacon of myself that i held onto dear what you stole and **** on isn’t my only grace if only you were to face yourself for the **** ******* living behind those empty ******* words bending the truth and reality with all your disgusting lies your departure left few and heavy cries like a dead great uncle you meant nothing to me
This was a super toxic thought process. But I think I was able to sorta work thru some ollllllld **** with it so idk I like the title I think it’s funny.
The inconvenienced patron always arrived late. They always had a glass to fill, and not a minute to wait. Their emotions were like landmines, and their problems all your own. The inconvenienced patron was always picking a bone. They tell you how they were mistreated, how others are so unkind. Then rant and rave about how how if they’d had just been patient with them everything would be fine. The inconvenienced patron never seemed to give a second glance To the glazed over patrons not holding their breath For an ounce of positivity nor some selfless grace. No. The inconvenienced patron made them blue in the face.