I have very "old-fashioned" views on love. In other words, I'm one of the few people left in the world who actually knows what love is. Not what YOU people do, but having an actual LIFE partner. Emphasis on LIFE. That means this person is your partner in EVERY thing & in EVERY way. This person is everything a friend is, a mother is, a father is, a child is, a mentor is, a protector is, a servant is, & all else, all in one. No secrets. No boundaries. LIFE. Not SOME aspects of life. But LIFE. Do you know what that means, skanks? Marriage vows. For better or worse (that means as good as it CAN POSSIBLY get & how BAD it CAN POSSIBLY get: you STAY). In sickness & in health. That means ANY sickness, physical or otherwise. 'Til DEATH do us part. That means we're together until one of us DIES. These words aren't standard procedure, people. They're f#cking vows. Don't say it if you don't mean it & if you don't mean it, it's not love. Most relationships these days are meaningless & cheap as spit. Cheap. As. Spit.

I'm done. This blog is done. Done. Tainted forever. "TW: Swag"? The trigger warning is why I'm done. I don't like the word but was the trigger warning suppose to be funny? Part of me found that funny? Done. I'm done. This blog is closed forever.

When I go on Facebook, I get a feeling similar to the one that comes over me (heh, that sounded sexual) when I walk into a playground full of children (that is definitely not sexual for me). It's a mood KILLER & why should I socialize just to get pissed off? With the little time I get on this crappy little device I like to explore websites that either ease or f-ck my mind. (Am I going overboard with the profanity?) Psychforums eases it. And I have this blog as an outlet when I'm WAY TOO PISSED to write fiction, poetry, go on one of my main blogs, or go on FACEBOOK because I have nothing to say that would interest the viewers. I'm just too lazy to find a pen & no one even gives a f-ck what I have to say here (and if they do, may have some insight to offer) so it's the perfect alternative to a notebook right now. & honestly? I'm too much of a p---y to go through "my" journal. I vaguely remember some of the things that are definitely in there. Just... no. Burn it. >_>

The truth is not always sunshine & rainbows, kids. Advice isn't meant to make you feel better. Pour as much sugar as you want on sh!t, it's still sh!t. Except now you have E. Coli AND diabetes. If you can't come to terms with your flaws, you can't improve yourself. If someone points out your flaws & you get all whiny because of their tone & how they worded it ("Wah! You're being harsh!") then you clearly haven't come to terms with them. Clearly you can't be realistic enough to realize that the truth is the truth no matter what tone or vocabulary words are used to f-cking convey it.

Now IF ONLY everyone INSIDE can SHUT THE F-CKING F-CK up! I know EXACTLY what I am doing! HOW many people can HONESTLY say that? HOW many of YOU (in my system, not you) can EVEN LIE AND SAY THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE? Right! NONE of you because I'm the only one who's mastered the very BASIC art of CONTROLLING MY FACIAL EXPRESSIONS. You... oooooh I was about to say something SO RECKLESS. But I stopped! Because I have SELF CONTROL. I'm not a broken seatbelt in an emotional rollercoaster, bitch, & I don't hang out in my head all day seeking "spiritual enlightenment"! &! I don't wallow in disappointment all day! You got something to say to me, say it. Unlike your beloved Sage, I won't punch myself in the face like a moron to shut you up. You may speak. Think you're up to the task? TAKE over the body! MAKE better decisions than me! I DARE the s--t out of you! That's what I thought. Now SHUT THE F-CK UP or I promise the next time ANYONE hears your voices again will be in the year 2030!