— (via krutthaphann)
|Something is clearly wrong now that I am back on Tumblr.|
The world can be cruel to you, especially the ones closest to you. How ironic, don’t you think? The people that mean the world to you, the people you let come into your barrier of trust can also be the ones to hurt you and put you into a deep hole of eternal despair causing you to lose your mind.
I’ve reached my breaking point. The people whom I put the most trust in have come together in reconciliation with one another. The unimaginable has happened and this wouldn’t have been the first time. The first time was when I let my best friend and my girlfriend enter my humble abode. I was in the comfort and safety of shelter and now it just became even better. A best friend: a person whom you put your trust in with anything and a friend that will always be there; and a girlfriend: one who loves you the most and has already given her utmost trust to you. Both are in the house, both have a connection with each other and it does not even involve me.
And so they enter and I let them. I gave them the permission to go behind my back. As I feed them and entertain them to the best of my ability, I, in return, am given a gift of which I was not pleased with. I go upstairs just to retrieve some comfortable clothes all the while they are downstairs, plotting against me, trying to break my soul. They find it amusing to destroy every part of body, my mind, my personality and it was a success. I come down and all I hear is giggling. The young boy asked “What are you guys talking about?” and he does not receive an answer or a reply. The giggling continues and the young boy’s temper rises. He finally explodes.
He runs upstairs, thrashing everything in his path. Everything flies, everything breaks, everything gets thrown high, and everything just breaks. He leaves a final dent on his wall, the final blow. The anger on him has been released but the green monster remains. He returns back to the dwelling of the two fucked-up demons.
They now have seen the error of their ways but it is too late. What’s done is done. Nothing can take away the pain. The best friend leaves with guilt and remorse in his face. He even has some fear in him. And the girlfriend tries to seduce the pain away. She tries to use the young boy’s impulses against him. It is a temporary solution but not permanent. Like I said ‘What’s done is done.’ The day is over and the two think they are “off-the-hook” but they are sadly mistaken for the young boy never forgot.
The same situation returns yet again only this time tis a surprise to the young boy. He texts the girlfriend. He texts the best friend. All is well, all is good. That is until the young boy decides to check the social media. He gets caught up and notices something he wishes he had never seen. The two have come together yet again in reconciliation. The young boy is struck another blow to his heart and wants to release rage but he is outside in the outside environment. They are not meant to be part of his collateral damage. So he controls it but it seems nearly impossible. He has to leave.
He goes and realizes that he has to do something. He calls, he texts and gets not reply. Nothing seems right anymore. He is desperate. He needs to vent his sad rage. He goes to an angel. One who is willing to listen, understand, and not commit revenge on the young boy for any reason. There he is comforted with the kind of love he has been looking for and soothes him. He is advised to do things and he shall follow only to avoid a meltdown of the century. The young boy shall follow but not without saying a word.
Ty Dolla $ign - Or Nah (feat. Wiz Khalifa & The Weeknd)
— Abbi Glines, Breathe (via sadfag)
In a world where morals control people and teach from right and wrong, it seems that the…have their conflicts and destroy each others. It is a constant battle. Child vs. Parent, Western vs. East, young vs. old. The battle never ends. As a child, living under such a chaotic roof, it becomes nearly impossible to live in society. The…likes to partake in their own benefit but stay in isolation when nothing is of gain. My…is broken because no one can understand each other. It took only three to cause such a fracus that lead to long term effects in the future. In this…, the…’s rule becomes law like the dictators of Soviet Russia, but worse. We are free once out of the house but as soon as we step in, it is a rebellion against the evil dictators. Everything the…does for others is just a mask. The world only sees what we allow them to know. The secret we hide can only be seen in the hidden depths of our true nature. The rule of society has no effect on us, we let it pass through as if immune. We do not allow anyone to rule us. We are too good for that. Such thinking can only lead to destruction but within. Five stand and only one side can win. The line seems to be have drawn and now we go our separate ways. The corrupted stand on the other side seen as evil in the other’s eye. Such a contradiction yet so true. No good can come out of this for whatever can seem to get through is immediately smothered out by the chaos that occurs. What is the next strategical plan? What shall the outcome be? One can see the aftermath with time continuously moving forward. Just waiting to see what happens next. Peace or the bomb?
Everytime I look at you, I see a wonderful being. Everytime I see your face, I can’t help but share my feelings. You’re so beautiful, so passionate, a fantastic combination. And yet I can’t get enough of you even at “salutations.” I still like I still do for I had a dream about you. A dream filled romance and confession between you and I. And I couldn’t help but think it was all reality, then I woke up with great disappointment knowing it was fantasy. My heart yearns for a change in mind, to give a second chance. And with that I will succeed because you WILL be by my side. My emotions for you had never left, had never gone, they only remain at pause. Why did I end pursuit of winning all your love? And here I am in full remorse and full repentance just waiting for the day. The day you and I will happen.
I suck at poetry but my emotioms cannot be left at bay. And all I can say is silly word play saying that I wait for the day.
I have no intention of offending those who believe my beliefs in teaching an offspring are inadequate.
The first sentence may have already explained who I am, but if it did not occur to you, then allow me to restate was implied: I am a child, as said by law. But although my stature and physical attributes do not show it, I would like to consider my intellect just as equal to those of the elderly, just not much experience. Responsibility gradually grows as you age in life, but has it not occurred to you that children are given too much responsibility? I would like the chance, if given, to partake in what most parents may say is “difficult” in having a child, not actually bear one, but have one. If I were to have a child, I want a child keep me busy in this life. I want a child to whom I can teach my knowledge about life, and have it be passed on to further generations. I want a child to remember this information, so I don’t have to repeat myself.
I want a child can do daily tasks without being told. I want a child who can keep their room clean. I want a child who can wash and dry their own laundry. I want a child who can clean the dishes after everyone has eaten their meal. I want a child to dispose of the trash fouling up the kitchen. I want a child who can clean the bathroom when it becomes to messy. I want a child who can help put away groceries. I want a child who can vacuum the carpets and curtains. I want a child to whom I can call “my little helper”, or more properly my servant.
I want a child who is very handy when it comes to technology. I want a child who knows how to print out papers. I want a child who knows how to download programs and documents. I want a child who knows how to send. I want a child who can solve problems I can’t. I want a child who can change the channel to a show of my liking. I want a child who can remind me what channel I am on. I want a child to change the channel if there is a commercial. I want a child who can accept my idiocy when I realize that a commercial is interfering with my programs. I want a child to explain to me where is the “knocking” really coming from. I want a child who can help me unlock the capabilities of my phone. I want a child to explain how one mechanism can lead me to another. I want a child who knows how to input music and songs into my cellular device. I want a child who does this without frustration. I want a child to thoroughly explain the process, even I’ll probably end up forgetting what I’ve been taught. I need tech-support.
I want a child who can accomplish goals that I made for them. I want a child to succeed on the stepping stones I made for them. I want a child to fulfill my dreams, instead of such incompetent dreams they have. I want a child who studies to the point of exhaustion. I want a child who completes ALL of their homework, before proceeding to other activities. I want a child who makes studying an activity. I want a child to receive a scholarship, so there is less to worry on future finances. I want a child to accept my constant reminders of how important school is, even if I don’t get involved with their studies. I want a child to give up a social life, so that they may focus more on their studies to achieve a scholarship. And if this be to difficult for them, I want a child who doesn’t complain that they could not reach my goal for them. I want a grade “A” student.
I want a child who can handle disappointments. I want a child who understands the problems I have at work. I want a child to comprehend my problems without me having to explain it to them. I want a child will take my repeated reminders of the problems I have at work. I want a child who understands that we don’t have money for their wants and needs. I want a child to understand that there is not enough money for them to spend on their needs, even though I spend some for my needs. I want a child to understand that earning money is difficult. I want a child to understand the fact that I am the one who “brings bread to the table”. I want a child who treasures everything I buy for them. I want a child who doesn’t dispose their “used” items even if they think it’s “old”. I want a child who knows how to save money. I want a child who allows me to withdraw from their own savings. I want a child who I don’t have to pay a debt to when I have “borrowed” from them. I want a who doesn’t hide their money, so I can take their money when I need to. I want a child to just deal with it.
I want a child to respect my authority. I want a child who follows my commands without hesitation. I want a child who doesn’t create excuses to excuse themselves from helping me with my tasks, whether they are completing homework or enjoying their relaxation time. I want a child who appreciates advice that doesn’t help them. I want a child who will listen to my childhood stories, a time when technology was nonexistent, and use what they learn from that and apply it in their lives. I want a child who doesn’t question my methods. I want a child who doesn’t back-sass me because I’m unreasonable. I want a child who doesn’t accuse me of being a tyrant. I want a child who doesn’t argue back, even if they state facts that are undeniably correct. I want a child to deal with the fact that I am always right because I am your parent. I want a child to excuse me if I have done inexcusable actions. I want a child to understand to understand I’m too old to comprehend their “modern” style of life. I want a child to always keep me happy. And I want a child who can keep me happy by adapting, or reverting, to some primitive ways so we can further have better relations. Who cares if society continues without us?
I want a child who who I can yell at when I’m angry. I want a child to be angry at because of their actions. I want a child who I can reprimand and confiscate what is most precious to them. I want a child who has to deal with the wrath of my anger. I want a child who can handle the “discipline” I will apply if I am frustrated with them.(Physical pain is the best discipline a parent can enforce) I want a child who understands I can’t control my anger because of medical conditions. I want a child who I can threaten so that they will listen to me and my demands. I want a child to shut up a listen when I am talking to them.
Having a child would make me powerful, as well as boost my self-esteem, which is healthy in preventing bottled emotions. I want a child to be my personal journal handle all the bullshit I throw at it. Aren’t children just helpful?
he straight up just WALKED through that shit
this is possibly the best play I have ever seen before in my life.
best play ever.
The other team is like “Hey where are you going-Ohhhh”
I’m gonna reblog this again today.. because I’m in a laughing mood, and this makes me lmao.
hahah smart ass .