Human Wasteland

Lies. We tell them left and right. We aren’t even aware at times they spill out off our lips like water.

Lies. We live by them, breath by them. We are them.

Cynical? Who me? Just a little! :D

But I tell lies, I do it all the time, or do? Maybe this is a lie?

No, I’m being honest here. I tell lies. Their like my middle name.

They linger in my mind day and night. But little white lies never hurt no one. Right?

Okay maybe I’m hurting myself but honestly sometimes I like and enjoy the lies better the the truth. You know what they say the truth hurts, and damn it I’m living proof if it all.

The truth can even kill you, that bullshit lie about setting you free is nothing but a lie. The truth doesn’t set you free it chains you to guilt, and whatever aftermath your truth will cause.

And sometimes all that is and can be avoided. think about it, put your thinking caps on everyone! Ready? Okay here is an example.

A child is told he will live forever, will he more likely:

1) Prove that theory and jump off a building. 2) See his life as an ongoing adventure that he plans on living to the fullest.

I’m going to go with most likely option 2. No one likes being told they are going to die, yes its there, in the back of our minds. We don’t need a damn confirmation. So would you rather here hey your gonna live forever, or hey so you know that thing death? yeah its going to come knocking on your door.

Lies. They are sometimes safer. Healthier. Acceptable.

Yeah you oblivious mother fucker!

Yeah you! That’s right, the one who thinks he’s all fucking fabulous! The one who feels his manly part is the most precious thing on this earth! Yeah you!

Hi :P

How you doing? Good! I’m glad! Oh you see how this is a one sided conversation, and you’r not here? Well that’s exactly how it feels when you’re here! You only listen to what you want to hear.

You only talk when you want to talk!

And only when your in the mood do you want to have fun.

Yeah well I think along the way you forgot that this was my game to begin with. That if I want all give you what you really want, and only when I’m feeling nice.

You also forgot that before you were all the way fucking up there where I put you, you weren’t all that great. I build you up and I can build you the fuck down! Yeah you ungrateful jerk!

You want to play the just friends card, should have thought before the deed was signed and printed. You want to still be friends! Right?

You mean you want me to give you what you want and I get nothing at all! Oh yeah!

Well no! This wasn’t ever about friendships.

This was never about love.

This was never about anything but a way to pass time. Ouch! Did that hurt! Oh no? It didn’t?

Well I really don’t give a rats ass. I’m good at playing nice, but the moment you think your in control I’ll be there to bring you back in formation. Oh you’re no one’s little bitch?

Please its an honor to be on my leash.

Anyways, I’m glad your doing great! But I have no time for little disobedient boys, I’m too busy training those that play by my rules, and baby that sure as hell wasn’t you.

Muah! Kisses! & Love!

Now, we all have different views on love, some good and some bad. I think it all really depends on the day, the time of day, and where you are and whom you’re with that dictate how you see love.

For example in this moment I see love as shitty. Okay I’m being too harsh. i don’t see it as shitty, I’m simply having a bad day, no more like a bad experience with love.

Now your probably think, am I in love? Whom I’m in love with? Oh but thats all a mystery! No, not true I’m not in love, at least I’m not gonna admit anything!

What i will say is that love shouldn’t be so complicated. It should be simple. Simple enough to know that it’s what you want. I am tired of hearing all this shit about love being complicated, hard, tragic, and sad and all that other shit that people complain about it.

The people in love, the ones that are too caught up in it are the ones whom make love complicated. love is actually very simple you feel it or you don’t. And as much as you deny it and you claim not to feel it down deep down in your soul and heart you know its their.

Emotions.

  That’s a concept that drives me crazy.

  Some people complain that they don’t have enough, others complain that they have too many.

  Some hate emotions yet others love them.

  Some long to have emotions and some just want to get rid of the.

  I have no idea where I stand when it comes to them. I think I’m just scared to feel them, yet I know fear is an emotion… I don’t know if it’s the fear of having them more insane to me, or the fact that maybe I don’t have any.