I want to see ten thousand more posts about Nelson Mandela’s passing who was a great hero to many and a very influential person who has achieved so much then I saw about Paul Walker who was just an actor who drove fast and ran scared. RIP to one of my personal heroes. Nelson Mandela you did so much for the world.
A positive note about being sad?
My poetry is so fucking depressing it’s great.
Why do I do this to myself?
The better question would be why does no one care?
Especially the few people that matter to me.
I cried at work today.
No one noticed.
I’m good at hiding that stuff from people.
But I’m done hiding.
This is my cry for help.
Its funny how shit happens.
Walked by a friend at work just now while he was talking shit about a kid I know.
I stopped and asked how he knew him.
From there I told him why I hate this kid and if I ever see him, especially with her, I’ll kill him.
Guess this kid is known by his close friends as a flake and a liar.
So now if I find out he was lying to her I won’t kill him but make him beg and hope I kill him.
I believe in suffering for your negative actions.
Karma is a bitch and Karma’s name is Alex.
So fucking livid right now.
I just feel like destroying something beautiful.