ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- People Suck Dear Diary,
People suck. I just wanted to get that out so badly. I've been thinking it all day, and yesterday I was screaming it. My brother told me to shut up and stop being a pessimest 'cause it was making him angry...I think.
People suck. Maybe it's because they can't help it and all they think about is themselves. And whenever they do something, all they do it for, is themselves. They never think about anyone else. So, they walk through life, with their rose-tinted glasses, claiming they know the secret to life, when in fact they don't!
People suck. I pity them, and I loath as well. It's a mixture angst and complete and utter disgust. I want to scream in their face and tell them that this world wasn't built just for them and they should wake up and smell the damn coffee. It's pouring hott, all over the floor, burning their soles, and they still don't notice it!
People suck. And, I can't bear to be around them. I sit and listen to their superficial conversations of how to perfect your eye brows and which pencil to use. I'm tired of hearing such boring things, and I regret to say that I was once so ignorantly naive. People suck, and wish so badly they would stop their superficial bickering and actually listen to what their saying. And, see if they even know what they mean. They talk of nonsense and complete nonsense. I want them to be quiet, just listen.
Peope suck, and so do I. I am contradicting myself once more. Because I know for a fact that I do all the things, I said above, that I hate. I hate the way I do that. I hate the way I contradict myself. Like I said, it's always that, it's always me being ironic, and contradicting myself. I can never be direct. It makes me angry.
People suck, and so do I. With care, 11:00 a.m. - 2002-04-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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