fuck.

it's true. the truth does come out after a drink.

what really "grinds my gears" is people. people like act they have problems in they're simple meaningless life. people that cry and moan about small stupid fucking things. people that act they're hard done by when they're not. i know plenty of worthy decent good people with problems. problems beyond any fucker that decides to moan about on facebook. fuck you.

my theory of it all. think of somebody worse of than yourself. think positive. think of good things that have happened or will happen in the future.

i've turned into this negative pretentious horrible person that can't accept the nature of the human race.

fuck karma. it doesn't exist. if it did, none of this shit would happen to good, honest people. good people would be happy. bad things would happen to bad people.

next time you decided to moan about a shitty little minor problem in your happy fucking life, think of someone worse of than you, you selfish, simple creature.