I’m drunk and I’m pissed off about it. I also don’t care so I don’t know where that leaves us, except with me wishing there was more fucking tequila and sort of regretting smashing the shit out of my filter in self-defence and solidarity … mostly due to alcohol.
Yeah so the hell what if the wagon was moving when I fell off? it didn’t hurt a bit. I feel nothing and I like it this way. There is less chance of someone getting their feelings injured by my lack of care for anyone’s feelings but my own.
No one else gives a hot damn past their own desires, so why does it shock that I finally caught on? My heart may be dilapidated and my soul battered, but it still feels enough to know when I no longer matter enough to consider as anything more than a human doormat or stepping stone to the next best thing.
Fuck that noise. I may not be perfect but I’m worth it and a far sight more than those lame ass whiners who trap themselves in ivory towers and claim innocence while their horns glow.
I know what I am. I know why too. I also know that I am not sticking around to watch your world implode one more damned time then be obligated to listen to the endless bitching why why why. Waaahhh.
I don’t care why. I don’t want to hear lies and backtrack bullshit to protect your less than truthful conjecture.
I really expected more than the typical human crap. That’s my bad and a mistake I’ll not likely make again.
Oh look. Vodka.