"Oh you want to have a good day? Sure. October 20th, that is your day. Cherish it. Love it. Hold on to it. Because once the clock strikes midnight, I’m gonna stir up some fucking dumb shit just to piss you the fuck off."
You would think that after 20 years of the same old shit I would get it. I’m not allowed to have any good without bad. And the ratio is always like 1:10.
I have been angry for pretty much the duration of October, and people have been dancing all over every single one of my last fucking nerves.
I won’t feel bad when I pop the fuck off on someone. I won’t feel bad at all.
I need to light more shit on fire. I need a hard drink. I’m tired. Of everything. I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore…