It amazes me…

It amazes me how when you say shit when you’re having a bad day or when You’re REALLY pissed off. People come and Comment all the time. But when It’s usual rambling people could care less. Hell… Spelling counts? Umm… Not here! I don’t think it’s right for people to judge someone on a freaking “OPEN DIARY” entry. I have to wonder though… Why does it matter if someone can spell… Maybe I can And I just don’t feel like caring? Or maybe My mind doesn’t care if my fingers keep up. I never really told anyone how exactly I feel about my friend. Yeah so her son is autistic. I feel bad for him. I can’t stand the way she wants everyone to feel bad though. It’s like she has this “pity me” thing going on. I don’t pity her. She made her decisions. And She has to deal with them. I know many parents with kids who are sick, Weather it be Cancer, Autism, or some other form of Illness. They don’t want people to sit around and hold their hands, Or help them walk, Or pay for shit they can do themselves. Those other parents Take care of their child just like they would any other healthy kid. Yes with some differences, Wheel chairs, Medicines, Nurses and Doctors on speed dial. They don’t ask friends Or people who are supposed to be a friend to feel sorry for them or the situation.

I have been writing for some time now. But when I get into a kick or actually putting my thoughts down once a day… I have people saying I’m ignorant, or a jerk, or stupid. You don’t know me. Even if you think You know anything about me… You don’t. I have my opportunities to do as I wish, and I will one day… But right now. I’m busy trying to make my life work out day by day. I don’t see my life in a future right now. I spend too much time worrying about today to worry about tomorrow. Yeah, Freedom of writing. Nice Right? Well… I guess you aren’t really free if everyone around you says shit. Yeah… I see this pointless now. What am I doing here Defending myself? My personality? My being? Well, You know what? I don’t think after this here entry I’m going to give comments any thought at all… I’m just tired of reacting to shit people say… Even when I walk by…. People say shit. I don’t get some of you.

There’s those people that spend all of their time commenting on blogs because they have nothing better to do. There’s those who once a week check up and see what’s going on with other people.. Then there’s those people who only comment on shit when They think it’s really bad. Ok… So yeah… There’s those people who only say nice things, But you can’t say you don’t think them sometimes. I know I sure in the hell do. That’s the reason for this Fucking bull shit. Remember? Well… There’s also those people who mind their own shit. Like me. Let me know if you see me going to your diary to say shit about you or blast what the fuck your feeling at some point. Hell. You know what? I’ll come fucking read your shit, And tell you that you’re a fucking piece of shit and go jump off the nearest 50+ foot drop off. Lets see you break your fucking legs, neck or die. Yeah! I said it. Here! To no one. Why? Be cause This is fucking bull shit. Who would honestly go tell someone to go kill themselves over a bad day? Or a bad week? Or any reason? Fuck, I’d tell the person in depression to go get help at most. But I haven’t read or noted on anyone for a long ass time. I don’t see the fucking point to tell strangers how I feel. Just like writing shit down because I can.

Did you ever notice, life is a teeter totter? So many things can be going so good, and then there’s that one or two things that are so fucked up for any reason that it screws up other shit. I don’t know about this place anymore… I used to just type freely… Then? OYE! What is my point? I forgot a while ago…. Oh well… Guess tomorrows another day.