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Posted by B.C. at April 24, 2012
Tags: 2012 April  Attitude

Quit my job because it was boring and not fulfilling to me as the only sane individual in my family, who I enjoy mentally raping in my spare time for the suffering they have caused in creating me. Working in a construction (electrician) union is like dealing with high school all over again. Only difference is that instead of sitting around doing nothing, you deal with a bunch of older men who try to be your Father through fear, manipulation and brain-washing tactics. They force you to talk to them even though they're a bunch of boring broken family men who I would kick the shit out of on the streets. They make me drink coffee and buy drugs for them, all things that I would have been able to create/grow if I pursued my original goal of becoming a chemist/botanist. I love marijuana, psychedelic drugs, playing music, but even my fingers are inferior abominations. I become discouraged and end up playing power chords and scales at the fastest speed I possibly can. I am proficient in most musical instruments and despite my disgusting stature and overall ugliness and hatred of self. I swear I feel as if most women walking down the street have larger cocks than me in reality, as they are a bunch of dead transvestite whores that chopped off their husbands penises, and somehow this is all my fault. I honestly don't even need this god forsaken thing Taking shit from a fake boss teaching me a fake trade that attempts to keep me ignorant and in line. I do not take well to authority figures and literally would have loved to fight these people, even though I actually enjoyed their company, they just treat you like an outsider/loser/bitch/inbred retard if you don't act like a true Goomba Italian inbred, one aspect of my genealogy that I despise. Actively trying to be a respectful, nice person, has gotten me absolutely nowhere in life. They utterly hate that quality in people. I honestly would have been better off in the Marines, an organization that would value my psychotic tendencies, love of pain, suffering and torture, and strict attention to detail as I am also a perfectionist, but seem to suck at everything I do. Instead of being put in a corner a bunch of rejects teaching me how to do absolutely nothing and waste my true potential. I absolutely despise everyone in my family for deceiving me and now they treat me like the plague because I know the truth about them. Glorified JW brain washers. They held me back from studying chemistry, my true passion. Now I have absolutely no need for friends, I'm stuck in an ass backwards town with nowhere else to go. I am an alcoholic out of complete boredom. I truly love marijuana and psychedelic drugs, but my only environment to do them in is an oppressive, deceptive household with cameras everywhere. I can barely even jerk off anymore. I get disgusted because I hate my body and I have zero self-esteem leaving it impossible tell a girl I'm attracted to her that I find her attractive. It's like what's the fucking point they're all just a bunch of glorified whores anyway and how hard is it for an obnoxious chick to know you want to fuck the shit out of her. I find no need to do anything anymore. I literally don't want money if it has to be working as a team player. Fuck that. I had a girlfriend but she was a total slut that I only fucked because I was desperate. I would rather be alone for all eternity than waste time trying to impressing the unattractive mercy fucks that are my inbred family. It seems my family's only purpose in life is to hinder progress in anything I am truly interested in, completely disregard my well-being, write off my depression as a non-existent drug problem, when they are all a bunch of psychotic drug addicts in denial themselves. I literally do them out of boredom, for my own spirituality, well-being and recreation, Please get off my ass you freedom stealing anti-drug assholes you are BREAKING MY BALLS.


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