Mentally exasperated. Physically fatigued.

The only thing my metabolism seems to know how to do is plummet to the earth’s core.  With the very occasional ascension from the trenches, it seems to plateau once it reaches a certain point.  Never substantially increasing, but elevating just enough to barely drag my ass through the day. 

Tomorrow, my Uncle will commence the project to cut a new path into the forest behind our house for the season.  You best believe that upon completion of doing so, I’m hauling my bones out there.  I just want to collapse to the earth, inhale the air, allow the warm breeze to activate my senses, and finally drift into a peaceful hibernation.  Where I can quietly self-loathe, sulk, and silently mourn over the absurd amount of nothingness and the gaping void that exists within.  I’m not even remotely close to finding a solution, and there’s really no particular reason as to why I’m experiencing this.  I just am.

I think I actually want to be alone forever.

You’ll hardly ever see me do this, and a sincere apology is extended to all of my followers for seeing this.  I regret to inform you all that there exists a vivid hysteria that has been silenced by my own doing.  I would rather let it fester and age into a mental disorder, as opposed to expressing it to an individual who fails to comprehend anything I say.  So, here it is… a passive-aggressive post.

You’re conceited, horribly manipulative, and vindictive.  Your ability to mask such horrible qualities is fiendishly clever.  But don’t think for one moment I’m not acutely aware of your true intentions.  Your transparent personality is very clear to me.  You’re merely a walking cesspool of malice!  And you fail to display any sign of compassion?  Empathy?  Are you familiar with those words?  How foolish I was for thinking you were capable of feeling.  Butcha know what?  I wish nothing ill upon you.  My only desire is to see you granted with the same “courtesy” that you have so eagerly bestowed upon myself and many others.  Whatever that may bring, who knows.  I just want what’s fair!  Is that such an extraordinary request?  No, I don’t believe it is.

There, I said it!  An inkling of relief has made its debut within my being. 

** This could very well be a result of there being no more mother fucking biscuits to eat.  Bitches don’t know ‘bout my biscuits.

To be acutely aware of the fact that I’m not one of those orange bimbos, with either black or bleach blonde hair. 

My goodness, why do certain individuals find that even remotely appealing?  It’s repulsive.   

The men in my life never cease to put me in a sour mood. Fuck every single one of you. Except Grandpa, you’re good.

Today will be superior in comparison to yesterday. No sandy-vagina, presumptuous little harlot, whom is saturated with evil, is going to jeopardize that. Mark my fucking words!

Have a phenomenal day, everyone. Remember, the opposite of love is not hate. It’s apathy.

I’ll be blowing off an enormous amount of steam later, when a sufficient opportunity arises. Brace yourselves, lol.

Semper fi