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I has a sad.
Self-pity blogs really make me sad. The power is within you to better yourself whether you realize it or not. If you’re not happy, get up and do something about it. Posting depressing sayings and pictures doesn’t help. It only perpetuates the bad thoughts you’re having. Go out and see the sun, go for a walk, eat something healthy, read a good book, go see a good friend, do whatever you think might possibly make your day less miserable. Because if you don’t, you’re going to be miserable for the rest of your existence. No one wants that and if you think you do, you’re wrong.
Distracted
I apologize in advance for judging you; I’ve never met you and I don’t know who you are, but just the way you walk down the aisle in your disgusting Hawaiian shirt, eyes plastered to your phone as you make your way to the door, makes me hope with all the potency of the Nine Hells that you get creamed by a fork truck that you didn’t see in front of you just because you were too busy being absorbed in your own little world while walking through a potentially dangerous workplace.
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Proposition
It has occurred to me
While passing my time
Trapped in gridlock
That the human race
Is gravely threatened
By over-saturation
I humbly ask all of you
To do your part
To better the human condition
And to make this world
A more peaceful
And beautiful place:
Please,
STOP BREEDING.
That isn’t so hard, right?
…Right?
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Fairies
One eye opens, then the other.
The world comes barely into focus.
Yawn. Another day.
Roll over, fumble for glasses…
Glasses…
Wait. That’s not right. I usually set them in arm’s reach…
Oh, it’s happened again.
Damn fairies.
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On Vices
I have so few vices left. In my quest for self-improvement, I’ve routed most of them: the drinking, the smoking, the drugs, the junk food, the sex… all of that instant gratification thrown away and replaced with activities that will bring me happiness over time. Happiness that I have to truly want and work for. Happiness that will far surpass any five second high that my former vices could provide. I do so love the challenge that this new lifestyle brings and I know that my patience with myself will be rewarded tenfold one day… But I must say that sometimes, I really miss my vices.