The more you make mistakes, the more you learn, the more truthful you are to human existence.
But what if, like in my definition of immaturity, you run from your problems - you run from these mistakes? Shield them with a weak shield that is created to last a quarter of a fragment of a lifetime only? What if your immaturity limits you to expressing how you really feel?
Immaturity is, after all, developed in the subconscious mind.
You disgust me. You purely disgust me. Whenever you come near, I feel like a polar magnet, one that negates your negativity. You disgust me.
Every moment you come near, I feel a sense of filth, of dirt. You are so dirty, I don't wanna go near you. You make me feel like you have SARS and when I come near you you will deliberately cause an epidemic of gigantic proportions.
You hide your darkness in a bubble of superficial lightness. You are so dang superficial to me.
Hmpf, plain, hardcore plastic.
You keep blaming the world, you keep hating it.
Has it ever occurred to you? The world does not revolve around you. Accept that. Deal with that. The world will not change for you. Besides, why should the world change for you? True, the world is a mess. But aren't you a bigger mess?
Why can you not control your emotions, your problems, your flaws FIRST before you trample with other people's businesses?
The fact that you cannot determine what your problems are is a proof that you aren't ready to deal with the problems that face the world you live in. Get your crap straight.
Why must the world kowtow to you, in the first place?
Who are you in the first place?
No one. Just a small negative, pessimistic voice amidst a rational, analytical, bright world.
Go fug yourself and die.
I've changed again. The world has changed again.
So what's the problem? Is it because you are left behind?
Hmpf. Don't expect me to come running to you and tell you what to do. I'm not that person. Find a piece of skin to leech on to. Not me.
Go fug yourself and die, disgusting creature.
Oh, PS. Since you wallow in selfish self-pity, you hate the world, right? Well, bad news, Miss Tough Luck, the world hates you back.
:) ^_^
Expect the unexpected, bitch.
But what if, like in my definition of immaturity, you run from your problems - you run from these mistakes? Shield them with a weak shield that is created to last a quarter of a fragment of a lifetime only? What if your immaturity limits you to expressing how you really feel?
Immaturity is, after all, developed in the subconscious mind.
You disgust me. You purely disgust me. Whenever you come near, I feel like a polar magnet, one that negates your negativity. You disgust me.
Every moment you come near, I feel a sense of filth, of dirt. You are so dirty, I don't wanna go near you. You make me feel like you have SARS and when I come near you you will deliberately cause an epidemic of gigantic proportions.
You hide your darkness in a bubble of superficial lightness. You are so dang superficial to me.
Hmpf, plain, hardcore plastic.
You keep blaming the world, you keep hating it.
Has it ever occurred to you? The world does not revolve around you. Accept that. Deal with that. The world will not change for you. Besides, why should the world change for you? True, the world is a mess. But aren't you a bigger mess?
Why can you not control your emotions, your problems, your flaws FIRST before you trample with other people's businesses?
The fact that you cannot determine what your problems are is a proof that you aren't ready to deal with the problems that face the world you live in. Get your crap straight.
Why must the world kowtow to you, in the first place?
Who are you in the first place?
No one. Just a small negative, pessimistic voice amidst a rational, analytical, bright world.
Go fug yourself and die.
I've changed again. The world has changed again.
So what's the problem? Is it because you are left behind?
Hmpf. Don't expect me to come running to you and tell you what to do. I'm not that person. Find a piece of skin to leech on to. Not me.
Go fug yourself and die, disgusting creature.
Oh, PS. Since you wallow in selfish self-pity, you hate the world, right? Well, bad news, Miss Tough Luck, the world hates you back.
:) ^_^
Expect the unexpected, bitch.
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