(...Shit... the following seems like a book about myself. 
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People don't like me. They're missing out.
(My ex mother in law yelled at me on Friday. Says I was never good for her son. Insert a lot of things she said here. I should hate her after everything she put me through in the last years. The truth is that I hopped on my car and cried the whole way home. Why the fuck? because I always wanted her to like me. FUCK.)
I am very difficult to be liked by people who have to see me every day. People that I meet every day at the bar or at restaurants, they like me right away. The people that have trouble "getting it" are those who have to interact with me every day. I'm too much. The ones that do like me, love me, but I've noticed they need a break from me every once in a while.
Those who prefer to stay away are really missing out. Yeah, I might be unpredictable in a very predictable way. Yeah, I do shift personalities. Yeah, I do say things that don't make sense at times. I do sexualize talk a lot. I do drink a lot. I do drive to places and get there an hour late (when it's not an appointment) because I stop at random places to take dorky pictures, or say something to someone I saw walking by just for kicks, or touch a brick just because I thought, "I've never touched that brick on that person's house before. I could continue driving, and it would never happen. If I touch it, though, then it means I was going to do it and I just don't know it right now. Fuck. I'm touching it." I get myself into tangled trouble a lot. I get myself out of it, though. It's a skill.
yeah, I am a freak. BUT... I will never be bored. I will never wish I filled my days with more awesomeness, because I do it all the time. I have everything! I might have issues, but fuck. If I could make me normal and likeable, but that would make my life be like any other of my co-workers, I wouldn't do it. I rather wake up in the morning with all those, "Oh shit. That happened!" Than..., "Oh shit. I don't want to wake up." Life is too short.
Plus, they do miss out. I'm a hell of a good friend. Part of my personality disorder makes me love in high scales. So my fucked up personality may benefit those who I love, because I would do anything for them. Fuck. If my friends and family knew just how much I would be willing to sacrifice for them, I'd probably be out in the street naked.
Shit. If I knew me outside of me, I'd love me, I'd fuck me, and then I'd hold hands. Shiyit.
)People don't like me. They're missing out.
(My ex mother in law yelled at me on Friday. Says I was never good for her son. Insert a lot of things she said here. I should hate her after everything she put me through in the last years. The truth is that I hopped on my car and cried the whole way home. Why the fuck? because I always wanted her to like me. FUCK.)
I am very difficult to be liked by people who have to see me every day. People that I meet every day at the bar or at restaurants, they like me right away. The people that have trouble "getting it" are those who have to interact with me every day. I'm too much. The ones that do like me, love me, but I've noticed they need a break from me every once in a while.
Those who prefer to stay away are really missing out. Yeah, I might be unpredictable in a very predictable way. Yeah, I do shift personalities. Yeah, I do say things that don't make sense at times. I do sexualize talk a lot. I do drink a lot. I do drive to places and get there an hour late (when it's not an appointment) because I stop at random places to take dorky pictures, or say something to someone I saw walking by just for kicks, or touch a brick just because I thought, "I've never touched that brick on that person's house before. I could continue driving, and it would never happen. If I touch it, though, then it means I was going to do it and I just don't know it right now. Fuck. I'm touching it." I get myself into tangled trouble a lot. I get myself out of it, though. It's a skill.
yeah, I am a freak. BUT... I will never be bored. I will never wish I filled my days with more awesomeness, because I do it all the time. I have everything! I might have issues, but fuck. If I could make me normal and likeable, but that would make my life be like any other of my co-workers, I wouldn't do it. I rather wake up in the morning with all those, "Oh shit. That happened!" Than..., "Oh shit. I don't want to wake up." Life is too short.
Plus, they do miss out. I'm a hell of a good friend. Part of my personality disorder makes me love in high scales. So my fucked up personality may benefit those who I love, because I would do anything for them. Fuck. If my friends and family knew just how much I would be willing to sacrifice for them, I'd probably be out in the street naked.
Shit. If I knew me outside of me, I'd love me, I'd fuck me, and then I'd hold hands. Shiyit.
Pointing around: "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you, I'm out!"
Half Baked
"Let the atheists come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heathens belongs to people like these." -Saint Bacon
Half Baked
"Let the atheists come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heathens belongs to people like these." -Saint Bacon
