what the fuck are they, born under rocks?

So, I'm lying there in bed, and the insomnia begins to consume me. The flood gate of thoughts open, WOOSH. Here we go again.

You're a boring, predictable, fuckwit who is about as entertaining as a tumour! I wish I never befriended you, take the fucking hint and grow some balls.- You give people an ear, a moment of your time, you give them the benefit of the doubt, you think you're doing the right thing. You give them an inch, they tear out your soul and take a shit on it.

People with more insecurities than you could shake a fucking stick at but hide it all behind a fake self persona of acting like a God damn clown and like everything is a big joke, and then throwing a hissy fit WHEN PEOPLE WHO DON'T BUY THAT SHIT GET TIRED OF IT VERY QUICKLY. Guess what? You ain't hiding shit, not from me, the fact that you're a failure at everything pulsates from your person every time you open your big mouth. Insecurity is fucking obvious. I've knack for reading people, and you're an open book. Cut the bullshit, or don't be suprised when I act like you don't exist anymore. I DO NOT AND WILL NOT SUFFER FOOLS GLADLY.

Stop acting like we don't have a past. I couldn't give any less of a fuck about you.



But yeah, my tollerance for certain types of people has all but died. Unless you're one of a select few people that has some form of an interesting personality and I can hold a conversation without wanting to cut on my own face and then rinse with acid, I do not wish to know you, please save me the agony and go fuck yourself.

I'm also WELL aware of how much of a pretentious, arrogant asshole that makes me sound. But, you know something? I don't fucking care. I'm one of the few people on this planet that doesn't need a bunch of phoney retards orbiting my ass to make me feel better about myself.

ex.oh.ex.oh.