Every time I get my goals straightened out and listed on old bar receipts and pointless blogs, some thing comes along to pull me away from accomplishing my life path. Can said things not see I’m trying to get my balls in order?
Apparently not, as the life suction continues to happen. When I’ve resisted in the past, the insistent irritation to my id escalates until I’m looney-bin material, thus allowing them have their way, in order to make the squeaking stop. NO MORE!
The things in my life that exist in such a manner are going to be ignored into oblivion. Get exhausted and go suck on someone else’s life energy! I understand how this may sound hurtful and determined. Well, I AM determined and I don’t mind being a wee bit violent, or even a lot, to detach the soul-stealing cables that are tethering me to certain painful death. You may insist that you want me to succeed, but this only proves how damaging you really are. You want me to succeed, yet you keep me here to suffer.
To all web games, last minute social events, car safety mechanisms, desperate calls to help assuage hunger and manipulative manipulations to stroke my ego: You may now commence squeaking and squawking! My ears are now death to your pathetic meows for attention!
I am unorthodox fighter of evils, engaging in guerrilla warfare like ninja.
