celluloid

Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.
Frustration.

I'm totally not getting where I want in life. Not whatsoever in any way, shape, or form.
I know I'm so bent over this because its been 2 weeks without my fucking happy pills.... and that frustrates me even more. I have to take a damn pill for the rest of my life or I'm gonna jump down the throat of every douche I see.
Hoo-fucking-ray for me!
I'm not taking any more excuses anymore.
I'm too good for this shit.
I'm not a child.
I'm not a dog you can kick around.
I do not say "would you like fries with that".
And even if I did, I wouldn't give a shit about your answer.
You work for me, cocksuckers.
I pay your bills. Not the other way around.
You see that? I paid for it. Its mine.
You see that? I paid for it. Its mine.
You know what? You paid for it too, so it just as much belongs to you.
You may think I'm nothing, but I feel the same about you.
And even if you think the world of me, I still think you're a speck on the bottom of my shoe.
I'm not where I want to be in life right now.
You best believe that's about to change, motherfuckers.
There's a new sheriff in town.
And her name's Celluloid.... Beyotch.