dinoblade:

this music fucking sucks this food fucking sucks this place fucking sucks
no one cares about some stupid shit. i don’t care about what I do. fuck.
oh great, awesome. blindly doing one thing after another. after another. after another. great. awesome. tell me all about it. you won’t remember in the morning. and neither will i. great thing about this kind of feeling…it all comes right back around. one big circle. do you get it yet?
just shut the fuck up for one day about loving some jackoff who is probably equal if not worse than a ten year old. shut the fuck up about some dumb band that looks EXACTLY like you and your friends. FUCK. as long as they don’t end up on tv or some lame website, they’re cool. right? give us all a break for 5 days, and don’t say anything. just   shut   up.  let it all happen. go read a fucking book. walk somewhere. keep quiet. listen to something outside.
when someone makes eye contact with you, DON’T, PLEASE DON’T just start rambling about how bad your night was. “yeah, i got so fucking messed up lastnight off of liiiiiike 20 beers and blah blah blah.” is that any way to start talking to someone you BARELY know the first time you see them that day?
are you that dumbed down and dull that you can’t tell when someone isn’t interested? you can’t see it in their face? on their body? if you know someone that is obviously not into a certain lifestyle or “scene” don’t go on and on and fucking ON about something they probably don’t give a shit about. move on. do them a favor.
think about it for a second. look around you. who are you with? do they suck? if you have to think about it, then they probably do.
but please, just shut up.