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My fist,your face.
You are tired. Frustrated. Fed up of life now. You were thinking college would be so much of fun. Freedom. Now you know about unions,egotistic clashes,fights,love triangles and everything else. Consolidated fuckshit college life.

And then you started writing...

There isn't much you wanted, really, just bundles of money, and respect from the fuckwits who got together and began calling themselves society.

It wasn't your fault - they taught you all your values. That most of them are non-values is something you never stopped to think about, coz, of course, they never taught you how to think. Why think anew when you’ve already been moulded into pre-frozen thoughts?

They sucked your soul dry, and filled it instead with needless greed and ambitions that you adopted only coz they said you were too young to make important decisions about things like your life. You don't know anything, the world is a bad place, and dreams are best ripped apart and tossed into the bin like fast food wrappers.

Love will never get you money, so you never did love anything. And if you did, it was wrapped up in the shroud of your childhood and buried. Art and travel will never bring you bagfuls of money, and do you not want bagfuls of money? Do you not want a big house stuffed with IKEA and gleaming cars and more cell phones than you can hold in both hands? You do.

All your little life, they made you. They hooked up your brain to their own diseased ones and let your spirit die coz of what use is a spirit anyway? All you need is an MBA degree, and connections.

You listened to them and learned. You learned to learn for the money learning leads to, and you learned to love the trash tossed out by people thirsting for money as much as you do.

Now you’re a wasted blessing longing for the happiness they promised you. But happiness comes to the living, and you’re long dead. You never knew when they killed you, coz they snatched your life away before you realized it was yours.

But it’s okay, it’s all okay. All that really matters is displaying the fake happiness of your half life to all the world’s slime, and earning the respect of fuckwits who don’t know what respect means.