Saturday, September 02, 2006

depressitivity.

sometimes it hurts so much i just want to die. i want to cry. i want to help. there's so much fucking evil in the world. why can't everyone lend a hand to anyone less fortunate than them. why does the world have to revolve around money. why is everything tainted by the foul scent of money. i wasn't made for this world. this isn't the place for me. everything works in accordance to a system. you can't just be a cop to fight crime. you have to be a cop to make your department money. you can't just be a social worker to help people. you have to be a social worker who helps your agency cut back costs. it's all fucking tainted. that's not how life is drawn out to be. that is some other motherfucker's dictation of life. some white motherfucker. these fucking millionaires on t.v. should all go to hell. they don't know what it means to be anything except a fucking mannequin. can you tell i'm listening to AFI