Reality Isn't All It's Made Out To Be

Every time I try to speak that optimistic bullshit that supposedly is supposed to help you live a better life, I feel different. I feel like I'm in someone else's skin, wearing someone else's shoes. Fuck that, that ain't me and I got a new adviser who promises to make sure I stay out of legal trouble. In other words I'm just going to say whatever the fuck I feel and if you feel like it's directed to you, then it probably is. I been sober for 20 days now and I can't tell you how fucking gay this is. If it weren't for health, Id be drunk 7 days a week, 8 hours a day. I'm supposed to feel enlightened and better about myself, fuck that, alcohol is so pure a human could never compare. Regardless of how he felt in the end, George Best did things the right way. Reality isn't all it's made out to be, it's a carefully constructed interpretation of how you see the world, not how the world really is. 

The world is filled with cunts. Vitrol. Cancer. Bacteria  We don't inherit these things, we create it. We act in our own interests with a failure to see anything but how we want to see it. Then when things go wrong we blame other people because we're fucking pussies incapable of admitting we're not perfect. And that's where the problem lays. Because those who do give a flying fuck, those who do care, those who exert every molecule/brain cell/whatever big word fits, those who give their all to make the world a better place, they end up like the girl in the picture. Dead. She's been forgotten by most but those eyes, the perfect smile, the life, I see it, or at least think about it everyday.  Everybody in this world supposedly got a big dick and perfectly happy with their life. Happiness doesn't exist, this isn't nirvana, it's a perception. Happiness is what you perceive to be pleasurable. It's temporary, it comes it goes, it's like pain. Bunch of bitch made pussies infest the world, and the "Angels" those that have done good, they're gone. They're forgotten, it's dying, technology killed it, we killed it. 

Whatever is good that's left in this world is dying. We're becoming more and more obsessed with Smart Phones and Tablet computers because it gives us some false security bullshit. Once again, exemplifying how much of a pussy you are, that you need some computer to make you feel better about your bitch-ass life. It's a cold world we're living in . It promises to get colder. Tomorrow when you get up and tweet/text/or email about how you hate Mondays and how everyone is out to get you and how everyone hates you and you're fat and want to lose weight and want to accumulate more wealth and your IPAD freezes up and it frustrates you to no end. Yea, when all those thoughts enter your mind and you choose to burden those around you with your own filth, I want you to look at the picture of that girl. Those eyes. That life, it's something you'll never reach. Humanity. 

Goodnight.