Don't you hate it when you're left to think? Think about everything and anything? Or don't you hate it when you want to think but all you ever hear is someone whispering nonsense in your ear. Or in my case shouting when they're right next to me. I hate that. I also now hate 75p asda maccaroni cheese. But that's life, in'it?
Personally, I hate how repetitive everything is. Humanity will die eventually, but until then, humans will just continue living their repetitive lives and complain about everything that's already happened. Well, don't cry over spilled milk honey.
I wish I could have lived when the world was young. When men were obtuse and women stood loyally by their side, daring not to utter a word as it would be their head. When pretty things were beautiful and people could still be surprised; and when life was a diamond in the wrath. Life must have been at least a little less predictable back then.
When I grow up, I will be a professional photo manipulator/editor/airbrusher or plastic surgeon. I want people to look as fake as those who want to alter their body's as fake as they are on inside. If I'm lucky, maybe a throw up over their fake silicon implants before I stick them in their ass cheeks.
Forgive me, I'm an angry person and an angry person I shall not be, but an angry person must express that anger one way or tother, r I'm afraid that angry person that I speak of, will only feel that anger and sometimes that person just can find no other way to express this dreadful anger than in words.
'211212'
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