Life

I've never been what you can call a happy and shiny kind of guy. But lately my degrees of feeling pissed off have reached new highs. Now, whenever I see happy, shiny people, I get a burning desire to throttle them. Whenever I see people who are always fucking smiling, I really feel like cutting their testicles off while making sure they don't die, so that they can feel the pain. There used to be this one guy in my class who always fucking smiled. You busted his balls, he'd smile... you'd throw him down a flight of stairs, he'd smile... he'd fall on his ass while running, he'd still fucking smile. Thankfully that guy left our school. That's probably saved me from becoming a homicidal sociopath. I know what you're thinking right now... this guy needs therapy. And you're probably right. I'm pretty sure one day I'll end up discussing penis envy with a shrink but till that day comes I only have this blog to properly vent out.

Thing is... things aren't going right for me right now. So, whenever I see someone else really happy and all smiley and shiny and grateful about how great the fucking gift of life is, I feel like throwing up... preferably on their happy, shiny faces. When you're like me... when your parents are earning fucking minimum wage, and for every good thing that happens to you, an infinitely greater number of bad things happen, and when nothing fucking goes your own way... life seems less like a gift from above and more like a metaphor for constantly getting fucked up the ass by a stranger.

As the late great Kurt Cobain said, "I hate my life and I want to die."

Preferably with a death-time's supply of Tuborg, chicken, cheese and rock.