humans...

Humans are annoying.

So much is the thought I have inside. I guess I might end up going on writing on it. There's so much I'd like to say, talk with certain people, and yet, at this point I think I've learned about true wisdom.

Why waste your words and energy?

It is like going to take this whole lifetime to make a change in anybody's reality. So, mind as well, let each one crash and burn, or be happy as they are.

Why?

Because everything I've been experience is more or less like my new car, TugBoat.

Tugboat, was born in this century. Right around 2007. He's been out on the road for quite a while and has some issues now. I'm his doctor, and have been working with other researchers to find out what's wrong with him.

 His frame is in pretty good shape, he's got many bells and whistles, but his core is somewhat damaged. 

So how is he related to people?

Well... he is more real than people.

Because most of the people I've admired in this life, just plainly suck.

I can't diagnose each person, each one has to actually look into themselves and find out what is actually so wrong with them, and actually work on it for themselves.

This is what I see though,

'A girl, that cared for everyone, worked hard and dedicated her life to family, friends and people in general. Somehow changed by all the folks that came through her life, sometimes disconnect from the reality of the world. Privileged for sure, demanding but not a true high maintenance. A girl with lots, if not more than a lot.'

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And then angry people.

People that need to work on themselves.

I ain't saying what is your problem, you know it better than me.

But you have an ex, that thinks that one's destruction is acceptable. Or you know someone that thinks they've got the right to do so.

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Of all the resources this person has in the world, you have a person stealing from one that has less, in order to gain some sort of temporary satisfaction.

How could any man, however related to this girl, permit, allow and enable what she went through after their breakup doesn't speak for their power,

Rather speak for their cowardness and stupid little boy fears.

After the part where you think you are better - because you have the authority to say so - do you really think that the majority of people outside are picking up on your vibe?

Or how do you actually think people are readng the shit show?

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How can a person simply enjoy and think that all of this is acceptable, is beyond sick. Its just plain retarded.

In a world with them million people, and you figure you hit one of the few that is capable of building a better world?

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It's not about being a coward, or just plain jealous, or retarded, its about, oh my gosh, poor you.

I'm so sorry that in a world with people dying from hunger, cold, diseases, drugs, and all sorts of shit.

Worse than that, are the ones that have STRIVEN to be 'POLITICALLY' correct, and later on just smile with a duck face stamped on their lips.

Seriously? You call yourself a public server? A civil engineer, and think you are THE SHIT, when you can't really have your own self love and feel like you need to hurt a person that could do what to you?

Have you felt outshined? Are you really that scared that you think this one girl would take all of the men that could actually love you, because of what?

So why is that you feel so boastful from a person 'looking' worse than you?

Do you really think you are prettier now from chopping some dude's hair?

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It is like the dude that never responds the texts and talks in the Q-chat, saying he loves, saying she's mine, but in reality never does anything.

So he leads some girl on some sort of virtual reality, but never has the actual action of calling, asking how is she?

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And even when she's in a hospital, nobody cares.

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People will visit a different bitch, say good words, call and think that they have the right to tell her that she has a drinking problem.

When these people never spent one day along her. 

When they won't even speak of themselves.

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And what about the friends that feel like the winners but simply lie to someone else?

That covered so many bullshits? People that has seen you struggle, and 'pretended' to care?

And now its easier to say, let's just pick you up, of all the people I know,

And let's make sure you are grinded to dust?

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Friends, man.

Friends.

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People you visit their house, people you think about on different occasions, that suddenly, for no reason at all, figure they shove their dicks inside their inner pussies, and instead of standing up for what is right - clearly seen by everybody - act as the poor victims.

Because as with everything in this world, it is easier to get in the car, turn the glass up, and let the 'losers' destroy each other. Meanwhile, I go home, and I come home, with a sense of security. A sense of my duty is completed. I spend my days for all others, what difference does this one make... none of my problem. None of my business.

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So when you are really old, and telling your great grandkids stories, forget about the movies you want to show them.

Forget about the great stories you've read about bravery, about human success and all that hero shit.

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Tell them you are a coward, that not only points out, but rather causes a multitude of problems to people that you should have taken care of.

Tell them you allow jelousy, that anger directed at one person for a human ineptitude of gracefully accepting the talents and inner-beauty of another.

Tell them you saw a woman carry 300 on her back, but between this Rocky and the other, all you did, was sang songs asking the other to get fucked in the asshole.

(Y)

P.S. Have you ever had a boy lie to you telling you he's going into work and you know he may, but he might not? Bullshit is usually like that. ANYONE CAN SEE THROUGH IT.

So quit calling your honor to it.

Ait is your honor.

P.S.2. Feeling like you need to block me? Ignore me? Act as the victim? Go ahead. Hope one day you gain your strength and courage back, and stand up and have the courage to tell me face-to-face about what you've done.

P.S.3. If you still didn't get my message, and still thinks I deserve your pitty... Please, refrain yourself. It really is annoying to know you are a champ with a bunch of people that one to be a bit like yourself, but seem to be held by life instead of focusing on what you really want.

Save your poor things, coitado, to someone else who really deserves it.

The day you can do it as I did, then you speak back to me about how much pitty I truly deserve.