People lately are like cardboard cutouts with prerecorded speech boxes installed. They stand up nice and tall, except they're one-dimensional. They say what you want to hear and its repeated time and time again by cutout after cutout. Its said once or twice and then the lines of communication shut down. After all, even though YOU may have the balls to speak your mind and lay out your past and present bare to the world- but they are just cardboad cutouts. A slight breeze can knock them down. A slight spark can have them lit ablaze. Well, this is my reality and the concept of finding a REAL, TRUE friend- someone to share the good times and the bad times- IS A WASTE of time. Right now, right here there IS no one that can fit the bill for a friend. THIS is why I hate michigan, THIS is why i've felt a pull to ge the FUCK out of here. I'm sick of cardboard cutoats. I'm sick of fake people. And this is just a search for friends, mind you. If I EVER want to get laid again, or even one day have a girlfriend- it's NOT going to be in this godforsaken wasteland of cardboard buildings, cardboard people, and cardboard emotions.
Basically, this is my FUCK YOU to everyone and everything.
Basically, this is my FUCK YOU to everyone and everything.