Sometimes, it's nice to not need to blog out my emotions. But then the time comes where I can't vent silently anymore because I get too tired of people's shit, and their pity parties and their cries for attention. Someday, I'd like to go back to the days when I was the leader, not the slave. When I could say something and it wouldn't be overshadowed by what everyone else was saying instead. When I started something and people would follow. Instead of being forced to be the follower. Forced to sit in the shadows. Forced to do everything for everyone. Because it sucks ass and I'm tired of it. And as much as I say I'm tired of it, it doesn't make a difference. No one cares. Because no one listens unless it benefits them. So go back to reading all your popular friend's posts about their pathetic lives, and realize, you feel the same way. Because their lives apparently mean so much more than yours, just because there are more people to listen.
Well fuck them, I say. Fuck them with a candlestick. Because we're worth something, even if everyone takes advantage of us and treats us like shit. If we weren't here, the world wouldn't go around. And they don't realize it. Wouldn't it be nice to see how badly they'd crash and burn if we weren't around?
But then comes the fear. They probably wouldn't notice we were gone at all. They'd just get someone else to do all the work, make someone else their bitch, their slave, their little toy. And then we'd be obsolete. If only everyone would realize what leeches these kinds of people were. If only we could all just say, "Nope, not today, do it yourself if you need it." Or make them realize it's not just a charity center. That they have to give to get. That they can't just get what they want for free, just because they asked for it. They need to learn their lesson. Everyone does.
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