I've yet to rant here. I try to avoid it. I keep my rants to myself. I'm a being of logic. I try way to fucking hard to reason every single minute detail in my life and try to justify every stupid fucking thing I do.
So I'm drunk. At 2:00am. Alone having ditched my "friends" on yet another night I couldn't stand to look at them. Not just them, just another person. No, not the typical "I hate people" routine. I just can't be around people. It pains me. I'm not scared of them. I don't have social anxiety.
If anything I have social cockiness. I look at everyone the same. As this fragile, emotional, decent person. Until they prove me wrong. I just assume everyone else is like me because I am just that. I'm human. I try to act like it.
So, this brings me to my point. What do you do when someone who claims you as their best friend, literally steals your art? You go apeshit and make accusations! that's what!
So, tonight I'm watching my best friend play with a new band of his. We'd been writing songs together for months now on guitar just messing around. He used to giggle at this rockabilly song I used to play (that I wrote) because it was so fucking hick sounding.
The second song they play, is my fucking song. Note for note. Arranged just like I had it arranged. I approach him at the end of the show and said, if you wanted to steal a piece of my soul you could have just asked. He just shrugged and walked off.
Now why? Why the fuck do I waste my time and actually invest a piece of myself with ANYONE. I've yet to meet one fucking person on this planet that I got to know and figure out that has turned out to be decent. I don't give a shit how crazy you are, how smelly you are, what you look like, etc... Just don't fucking steal from me.
First people steal my drugs. Then my time. Then my beer. Then my money. Now, my fucking art? Are you kidding me? Who dioes that?
Apparently this guy. The killer here is.. He has a girlfriend. Every guy I know that is as close to well adjusted and decent as it gets, has no girlfriend. All my friends that are pieces of shit and liars and dipshits and drug addicts have girlfriends.
Fuck this. I'm getting the fuck outta doge for a while. Be back in 2 weeks. I really hope there is at least one other human beinig on this fucking planet with some fucking morals. Because we need to have a talk.
So I'm drunk. At 2:00am. Alone having ditched my "friends" on yet another night I couldn't stand to look at them. Not just them, just another person. No, not the typical "I hate people" routine. I just can't be around people. It pains me. I'm not scared of them. I don't have social anxiety.
If anything I have social cockiness. I look at everyone the same. As this fragile, emotional, decent person. Until they prove me wrong. I just assume everyone else is like me because I am just that. I'm human. I try to act like it.
So, this brings me to my point. What do you do when someone who claims you as their best friend, literally steals your art? You go apeshit and make accusations! that's what!
So, tonight I'm watching my best friend play with a new band of his. We'd been writing songs together for months now on guitar just messing around. He used to giggle at this rockabilly song I used to play (that I wrote) because it was so fucking hick sounding.
The second song they play, is my fucking song. Note for note. Arranged just like I had it arranged. I approach him at the end of the show and said, if you wanted to steal a piece of my soul you could have just asked. He just shrugged and walked off.
Now why? Why the fuck do I waste my time and actually invest a piece of myself with ANYONE. I've yet to meet one fucking person on this planet that I got to know and figure out that has turned out to be decent. I don't give a shit how crazy you are, how smelly you are, what you look like, etc... Just don't fucking steal from me.
First people steal my drugs. Then my time. Then my beer. Then my money. Now, my fucking art? Are you kidding me? Who dioes that?
Apparently this guy. The killer here is.. He has a girlfriend. Every guy I know that is as close to well adjusted and decent as it gets, has no girlfriend. All my friends that are pieces of shit and liars and dipshits and drug addicts have girlfriends.
Fuck this. I'm getting the fuck outta doge for a while. Be back in 2 weeks. I really hope there is at least one other human beinig on this fucking planet with some fucking morals. Because we need to have a talk.
emily:
eh...I don't have any friends....Maybe I like it that way....
emily:
teehee