And let the hating commence!!!!!
Knowing there is a difference between venting and just being a selfish prick who will keep telling people that they WILL do the destructive behavior JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, (and that I am convinced they don't really give a crap about the people who care about them), if you lack the intellectual fortitude to understand who the audience is that is being addressed, assume you are the audience and feel free to donate to the "I Don't Give A Fuck Foundation" who's goal it is to get DubhEitilt kicked out of #imreallynotokay
Hmm, ever since I certain individual's post, I am beginning to notice a pattern. A pattern I used when I was young. And though I haven't done it entirely ( I still have some growing to do), I still GREW THE FUCK OUT OF IT!
Oh my (insert deity name that you worship)! These people are so selfish, whiney, impotent! How the hell are they to live in the real world where the majority won't give a fuck about you when you die and some of them would even gleefully dance on your sorry ass graves.
And here I am stooping to your level to try to wake you from your fucking stupor!
I'd argue that AT LEAST 60% of you who put up this hogwash of cutting and killing yourself are intelligent, have a shred of a heartstring to realize your actions, have some creativity and ingenuity to possibly make the world a nicer place to live (if only by one ounce of talent), but have no guts to change these ways or tell these people (who actually give a fuck to comfort you online) you are changing it. Hell I'd like it to be 80% or 90% of you wackos that could come up with some awesome art or a good story or a rocking poem that (whoever band or singer you listen to) would sing to the world.
But the above rant isn't the point of this blog...
You think you have it sooooo rough don't you?
Somewhere in this world, a person, (pick your gender idc), is laying on the cold hard debris littered ground in pain. They had lost their job a while ago and no family will take them in. Their loved one thought they were a piece of shit since they couldn't get a job and weren't sympathetic to the job crisis if there is one. This person hasn't eaten a goddamn thing in days and has to panhandle people for money for enough money to get a fucking apple. Yeah they're in a city and they could walk to another place where the bitter winter weather and freezing rain doesn't pummel the life out of them, but their dirty secret has come out to rear it's ugly head: they have TB. The job that person had never game them health insurance so it's been festering in their lungs for a long time now.
And as it coughs up more blood and phlegm, it realizes it's age: 26. Financial circumstances with family have caused this person to go straight into the workforce (barely out of high school), and without a supporting parental guide, felt no need for college. Finally, the diseased-ridden, hopeless sheeperson of society, draws their last breath and dies quietly...
WITH NO ONE TO GIVE A FLYING RAT'S ASS ABOUT IT!
Moral of the story kids: think twice before you blow your menial drama out of proportion because someone out there is dealing with something ten times as bad and they are fighting it til the end.