Sometimes you'd think it's fucking cool to be such a fucked up creature on this fucking planet called Earth, being fucking wasted with some fucking spliff hanging on your fucking mouth and swigging some fucking beer or vodka, or some fucking tequila, but most of the fucking time you'd realize that you're a total fucking mess that does no fucking good all through your fucking existence. You'd think you're fucking worthless, fucking pathetic, and what-fucking-ever else to add up to that fuck, because everything you fucking touch turns to fucking shit. Everything you're involved at transforms into a fucking pile of fucked up moments. And to stay away from fucking whatever else is fucking left, you'd fucking isolate yourself. You'd prefer to be fucking alone than to fuck up more things and more people's lives, because you'd not want others to fucking stare at you like you're a fucking waste that keeps on ruining the fuck out of every-fucking-thing. You'd even put up a fucking act that you don't fucking care about anyone at all and that they should fuck off all the time because you don't fucking need the fuck of them. But nobody would ever know that deep inside your fucking vulnerability, you fucking need somebody to fucking understand you and fix the fucked up soul you'd always have.But, on the other fucking hand, you wouldn't want to be a fucking burden to anyone that's why you wouldn't ask for any fucking help even though you really want someone to fucking offer you a hand to lift you up from the holy fucking ground of fuckedupness. Because albeit everyone knows you wouldn't fucking accept it, you would still feel rather fucking better for the gesture, for the fucking thought that someone cares--someone loves. You just fucking need a fucking love without asking the fuck for it, that's all.
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