This Is Life.

We go to school, we graduate, we (sometimes) go back to school, all to become a miniscule worker.
One Doctor
One Waitress
One cashier..
Throw a few millionaires in here and there.
work is work.
your lucky if you have a job you love.
your lucky if your not trapped.
your a lucky fucker if your rich.

everyone can simply fuck off. im sick and tired of bullshit.
relationships, jobs, money, government..
fuck off.
its all the same. i hate it. same thing day in day out.
i feel like an ant in the grass, about to be stepped on at any moment.
i feel like a failure.
and then my friends start to avoid me, when i get like this. and some people i cant explain it to. you've got to understand, i get in these moods. i hate almost everyone for a while. i hate life for a while. i hate how SHITTY mine is starting to turn out.

Shove your fucking brains and books in my face, go ahead! i know im not stupid, i shouldnt have to make people believe the same thing. People can think whatever the fuck they want about me.
its all a viscious cycle. you work then you fucking die.

i hope everyones fucking happy.
i hope you drown in your money and forget about things that actually matter in life. i hope you become an arrogant person that i myself will never have the need or want to talk to. i hope your money takes over your every thought and you are a lonely fucker for the rest of your life.
money is so fucking stupid.
excuse me while i loathe in my disgusting Dumbass thoughts.

shove it up your ass. how about that.