I do not write for you. I do not spend my time hitting these buttons on my favourite machine in order to gain some fucking reader's sympathy. No. Every second spent on these little pieces on my blog is for myself. I think and I write. I do not think and write. I eat and write. I work and write. I fantasize and write. I lie and write. I confess and I write. And then you arrive. Nobody knows from which shit canal do you come with your stink and lay your waste on my blog. I feel no empathy for you as a reader. I feel no hatred. I feel nothing. Everytime I shit here, you develop those marvelous wings!
There'a very funny thing about being a writer. He gives no shit at times. Yet you would still come flocking with all your senses. Fuck your senses.
Whoever you are, going through this garbage at this moment, really how jobless can you be? There is no new world in someone else's words. Your world, my world, their world are all the same dystopian reality that you refuse to wake up to. The game is over. There is no writer here who will tell you princess stories, dragon stories or give you life lessons. He is no story teller. He isn't telling you who he is either. Only a fool in a fool's paradise thinks that a writer hides behind his words. No he doesn't. He hides in himself. And he sees through you.
While reading this if you do feel like replying, fuck you. I don't give a damn about your opinion. I don't care what you like and what you don't. Nothing matters you see. There are only two truths about me : the good and the bad. The good adjusts with you. You adjust with the bad.
So best, fuck off.
And there is no frustration pointing towards you. I just don't care. Have some sense to keep your opinion to yourself. I repeat, fuck off.
There'a very funny thing about being a writer. He gives no shit at times. Yet you would still come flocking with all your senses. Fuck your senses.
Whoever you are, going through this garbage at this moment, really how jobless can you be? There is no new world in someone else's words. Your world, my world, their world are all the same dystopian reality that you refuse to wake up to. The game is over. There is no writer here who will tell you princess stories, dragon stories or give you life lessons. He is no story teller. He isn't telling you who he is either. Only a fool in a fool's paradise thinks that a writer hides behind his words. No he doesn't. He hides in himself. And he sees through you.
While reading this if you do feel like replying, fuck you. I don't give a damn about your opinion. I don't care what you like and what you don't. Nothing matters you see. There are only two truths about me : the good and the bad. The good adjusts with you. You adjust with the bad.
So best, fuck off.
And there is no frustration pointing towards you. I just don't care. Have some sense to keep your opinion to yourself. I repeat, fuck off.
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