Fuck you hope.
I don't survive on hope. I can't allow that to happen. Sure, hope talks a good game. "Believe in me, and you'll be happy". And for a time, you are. Hope can make you feel good. Damn good. Then one day you wake up to find that hope skipped town in the night. You're left with nothing but a sore ass. That's when it hits you. Hope screwed me. The realization of this leads to embaracement, shame, pain... "How the hell was I so stupid?" "How did I let it cloud my judgement?" "Why the fuck did I believe, even for a second..."
And you move on. You're doing fine too. Then there's a knock at your door, and hope is standing there. With those puppy dog eyes and a promise. "This time it will be different..." "This time you'll be happy..." "This time, it will all work out..."
Fuck you hope. Stay the hell away from my life. I'm perfectly happy being unhappy.
Hope is the bastard child of a one eyed whore. How do you like that hope? I just insulted your mom! You fucktard.
I don't survive on hope. I can't allow that to happen. Sure, hope talks a good game. "Believe in me, and you'll be happy". And for a time, you are. Hope can make you feel good. Damn good. Then one day you wake up to find that hope skipped town in the night. You're left with nothing but a sore ass. That's when it hits you. Hope screwed me. The realization of this leads to embaracement, shame, pain... "How the hell was I so stupid?" "How did I let it cloud my judgement?" "Why the fuck did I believe, even for a second..."
And you move on. You're doing fine too. Then there's a knock at your door, and hope is standing there. With those puppy dog eyes and a promise. "This time it will be different..." "This time you'll be happy..." "This time, it will all work out..."
Fuck you hope. Stay the hell away from my life. I'm perfectly happy being unhappy.
Hope is the bastard child of a one eyed whore. How do you like that hope? I just insulted your mom! You fucktard.
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kalidoom:
accept my friend request, please.
noir:
Can't I join you on your trial run? Tie a yellow handkerchief to the right side of the train's engine so that I know which one you're on. I'll just tell work I need the rest of the day off and that I'll be back when the rest of the world stops calling me.