I think faster than my body can process.
I’t happens sometimes.
Sometimes, I just write and do forget the Apostrophs or add them.
Sometimes, my keyboard from my laptop isn’t responsive so thishappens ometims.
Okay, let me rewrite it:
Look, don’t assume all the time that everyone is the same.
You’re no special snowflake.
Ok. You’re, but there are so many people on this planet, this shithole, that it DOES. NOT. MATTER.
What matters is power, some money to put out as bait to some golddigger who shits out a baby, while ballooning up to a womyn who needs no man, while sucking my mind and body dry, seeing me as nothing but a wallet with testicles.
And you have it bad.
All this happens while my children will never see me as their father but their donor, because I had never time to care for them, working my ass off while a pseudo-liberated woman teaches my children how to be a fucking edgy piece of shit that gobbles misery and the money I saved for their education and well-being but are spend by the false mother on shoes, so she can measure her worn-out clit with the rest of the crabs in the bucket.
And you have it bad
If you would excuse me, I am taking enhancing, body and mind damaging drugs to go and continue my 8736 hour shift of being alive, enduring this shithole I call my life.
Your whimsical cries, the lies, my undeniable position as a person who is caged and denied his rights while being judged for not having the time and power for being able to take over my wife’s job as a housewife and mother, too, ARE. TEARING. ME. DOWN.
Now get out of my way, I have no time to hear your bitching about how good you have it.
Who wants to live anyway…