Fuck You

Fuck you Matt
Fuck you Trey
Fuck you Charlie
Fuck you Jake
Fuck every man, I mean boy, that I have ever liked.
Fuck every person that has screwed up my life.
Fuck every person that has made me cry.
Fuck every person that made me wanna die.
Fuck all of those that turn my heart cold.
Fuck all of the people that break my heart inside.
Fuck you because you'll never know how much it hurts.
Fuck you for all the times I believed it would be different.
Fuck you for building me up and then breaking me down.
Fuck you for making me curse the ground you walk on.
Fuck you because I never get to be free. 

Frustration due to Malice

How can people be so ignorant, stupid, and malicious?
How can someone judge another and not know the truth?
I know you want to believe your friends but you have to draw the line somewhere,
You cannot blindly believe everything your friend tells you,
Especially when they say such hurtful and dangerous words.

You are such a fool to not question them.
You are such an ass for making someone feel like shit as a result of it.
You are a jerk because you are blind,
You are blind to the world of those saying things for attention.
Open your eyes and see that it happen all the time.

Why must I suffer for sins I did not commit?
Why must I suffer for the same very sins that have given me nightmares for so many years?
Why must I suffer for countless things while you just snap photos like you did nothing?
Why must I suffer for so long without relief?
Why do I care, try, smile, continue in this mundane world?

I do not know but still I keep on. 

Interests of the Heart

Why is it that every time that I start to like someone something goes wrong? It's not that I'm trying to just go after any and everyone that I meet. But it seems they are never interested in me for some reason or another. It's not even like they tell me that. They just stop talking to me. It's just soooo GODDAMN frustrating. If it's not them no longer talking to me it is them talking to me about all their other problems. Talking to me about who they like. It isn't like I don't let them know I like them. They do but for some reason they can't tell me. They're such assholes. Why do they always come to me for advice as well? Sometimes I would like someone to just once come up to me and ask me out. Tell me that they like me. Or pretty much anything but unload all their fucking shit on me. 

Introduction

Hello to anyone who may have stumbled upon this blog.

This blog is merely meant to be used as an outlet for my random ramblings that I need to get out in the open. The posts can involve anything from real life experiences, dreams, hopes, make-believe, songs, and poems.