Freaked out my three cats. My feet are now bloodied. They fucking scaled up my legs and up on my shoulder and underneath my shirt.
What the fucking fuck, cats.
They literally take it as if they ripped your favorite part out of a book, crumbled it, scrunched it up into a ball, stretched it out, crumbled it again, stretched it out, tore it up into pieces and then burned it.
That’s exactly what it felt like.
Yeah, sure. I’m a moron. I’ll sure as hell laugh like one once your perspective of me bites you in the ass.
Bitch thinks I’m stupid. Thank fucking GOD I don’t live in PR anymore.
My Facebook homescreen is STREAMING with hate, unbelievably so, about his irresponsible actions, and that he “deserved it”. Really? Have you all stooped so low? Have you really let your so-called morality blind you of the flippin’ obvious? What’s even more surprising, some of those “haters” have pictures of them chugging down alcohol in their stupid profile pictures. Some are even underage. Yeah, what’s up with that?
A man died. A good man died. Died, as in no longer living in this world. No longer breathing. He didn’t just make a mistake and lived on—-no, he’s gone. Yeah he was doing something irresponsible. Yeah, he was a “Jackass” star. So what? How dare you criticize and blame a man who lost his life? You can’t just bring a man’s story down when he’s gone, when he’s left this world, left his family behind in lots of pain. When people die, you don’t count their flaws to remember them by—you count their blessings. He may have been a jackass, but he was loved by many. He was actually one of the sweetest and most mature of his crew. What the FUCK is wrong with all of you? You’re horrible human beings. Really, truly, horrible. Remember that a man that was loved died. You all fucking disappoint me.
As our dearest Harry Potter would say, “I must not tell lies.” People will always find out the truth. :3
The only reason it’s still open is for my family. Because I’m honestly sick and tired of people making big assumptions out of small implications. Because they have nothing better to do. Because they are bored with their lives. Because they are unhappy and unsatisfied. Because little details in a website gives them the excuse to believe a world of fabricated drama. Because they are psychopathic presumptuous bitches. Because they want the whole world to suffer with them. Because the freedom of the internet lets us bear our ugly heads and take everyone down with them. I’m sick of it. Facebook, you have made people’s lives so vulnerable to everyone else’s sick pleasures that it destroys people. Hell, I’m not even going to keep chat open anymore. And whoever takes this personal can shove it. I wash my hands from the people who “Don’t want drama but embrace every little breath of it and pounces on it like a depraved and starved leech”. I’m done with you lot. I do what I want.
Ladies, just stop it already. Seriously. Like, I get if T.M.I is on your blog, but on FACEBOOK? Alright, that’s just crazy. I’m honestly getting pissed at a certain someone on Facebook posting absolutely EVERY BREATH of HER LIFE. What she does, where she’s going, what goes down in her house, when she goes to take a shit—-EVERYTHING. And, you know, ok… some people just do it, but when you’re having issues with your husband/boyfriend, why would you post (in detail) what goes down in there? If you’re looking for moral support, it’s not really something to post, with livid detail, in a wide social network where EVERYONE can view your posts. And then you don’t want people invading your life with opinions? Stop inviting them in. What happens to you in your life—is yours. Why would you constantly want people’s opinions and judgements complicating your current situation? Are you really that conceited? Are you really that much of an attention whore? Are you really that insecure? It’s not going to make your marriage work any better if you keep your issues open for public opinion. That’s just…sad. Borderline pathetic and beyond immature. Deal with your crap yourself. Stop drawing that much attention to yourself when it comes to your private life. Also, word of advice? Nobody gives a fuck if you decide to vacuum and then mop and then watch a movie. Seriously. Nobody does. Especially if you keep posting every living detail of everything of every day. Seriously. Wtf.