Chlotastrophe

Unfathomable caryola MALAKA  I wouldn't ever speak badly about my daughters' daddy, oh no never. BUT I WILL WISH HIM DEAD. I have been holding his child for 8 months, with nothing out of him, not a peep. I will never let his sinful disgusting hands or presence ANYWHERE near her. Fuck him, mother fucking cock sucking ass licking ball juggling cum guzzling mother fucker.

  My generation honestly is one of the worst. I mean, lets face it -- the majority of us are 'Boomer' jr's. Gen X seems stable, but we -- we cant handle stability. In fact, if we find it- we ruin it. We aren't as selfish as our 'grandparents/parents' but with how much we have learned, we really have done absolutely nothing. We'd rather be 'fur parents' not real parents.  ( NOT speaking for myself) IF we get in a relationship, most likely, we'll find a reason to leave. Imagine being scared of being happy?  WE CAN.   If it's not 'hookup' culture that dooms us,  it's that.  we can NOT imagine stability or happiness. It will be a long fight until we find ourselves old, wrinkled and alone--- and the best part is the MAJOR cope saying 'THAT'S WHAT I WANTED'.    no it's not you loser and you know it.  Brainwashing.  ALL of it. No one wants to be alone.

For as long as I can remember life has been kicking me over, stepping on my chest and keeping me down.    For as long as I can remember, I have been a fighter. ( No surprise to anyone how violent I am.  Honestly, who can blame me? ) I grew up alienated. If it wasn't from being the only 'American'.  It was for my strange social behaviors, perhaps even my learning disabilities.  Kids are awful.  I guess I just thought it was the norm. I mean, goodness IT IS THE NORM. I could list for days the struggles I've been through, but I guess eventually they will one by one come up in my blogging. I will name the twisted teachers, awful students & absolutely pitiful excuses for adults I've faced in my life. I will tell you about my views, my beliefs and WHY I stand so strongly for them. I will come off as a sociopath, and you will understand just why society made me this way.    You might even come to find.  YOU WILL AGREE. If you don't...

I write to lose myself. I write to let things go. I write to forget who I am. I write to be anonymous but also have a face. I can't write, but here I am.