Life is a popularity contest out of control
Current mood:
irate
irate
Ahh its another one of those days... reflective as usual... 
... I have decided that having people around is way overrated. It is as if no matter how good of a person you are you are overlooked if you are strong and don't follow the crowd.I rarely drink, I don't do drugs, don't have sex with random people, or party like an idiot so I must not be worth anything. I say FUCK THAT. That's right... completely worth theF~bomb there. Life is a popularity contest where its a constant fight to stand out in the crowd... to be liked for who you are... and most of all not to be taken advantage ofand shitted on at every turn. I'm so sick of the fake people, the drinkers, the smokers, the partiers, the homewreckers, the bitches, the players, the ho's, the doormats, the depresed, the deseperate, the horny, the single, the happy, the angry, the wreckless, the conceited, the cocky, the prissy, the dramatic, the rich, the heartless, the lazy, the selfish, the unkind, and the untrue. Did I leave anyone out? No? Okay...
... Guess in the end I'm really just sick of myself. It sucks trying to live an honest life ... living by your own rules... makes life extremely lonely sometimes...
... must be the puppy chow... what is it that you are eating?
Originally published on my myspace blog on the given date*
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