Alias Pluto
Member
- Nov 29, 2020
- 63
Fuck this world. Fuck everyone in it. Fuck the lies people tell themselves to survive. Fuck the comfort, the luck, the smiles, the "it'll be okay" bullshit. Fuck the people who walk around comfortable, pretending their luck or chemistry makes them "strong," while the rest of us are rotting from the inside out. Fuck them for judging me, for calling anyone weak for surviving the fire they never stepped into. Fuck the lucky, the blind, the comfortable, the indifferent.
Fuck the grind. Fuck the rules. Fuck the endless expectations. Fuck every "you should" and "you must" shoved down my throat like I'm supposed to play along. Fuck the system that rewards mediocrity and ignores the suffering it creates. Fuck the offices, the cubicles, the meetings, the fake handshakes, the small talk, the polite smiles, the "how are you?" questions that no one wants the answer to. Fuck all of it.
Fuck the people who pretend to care. Fuck their advice. Fuck their fake empathy. Fuck the Instagram philosophers preaching hope and resilience. Fuck the "it gets better" liars. Fuck the people who tell you to "be grateful" while the weight of the world crushes you alive. Grateful? For what? For surviving in a cage? For breathing while the fire burns around me? Fuck that.
Fuck my own body. Fuck my own mind. Fuck the way my brain betrays me, forces me to feel the weight of this world when it doesn't have to. Fuck the despair, the exhaustion, the rage, the loneliness. Fuck being alive in a place that doesn't give a damn. Fuck carrying this weight while everyone else wanders blind and ignorant, lucky enough not to feel it.
Fuck the silence. Fuck the empty streets, the empty offices, the empty hearts. Fuck the people who walk past suffering like it's a smell, like it's just part of the scenery. Fuck the polite conversations that hide indifference. Fuck every fake smile that masks apathy. Fuck the people who nod while knowing the truth but don't have the courage to face it.
Fuck compromise. Fuck settling. Fuck "just enough." Just enough is a cage. Fuck trying to survive in a world that punishes awareness. Fuck the monotony. Fuck the future. Fuck promises. Fuck potential. Fuck every second of life that drags on like a chain.
Fuck everyone who ever told me to "be strong." Fuck the people who call others weak for struggling. Fuck the people who smile while pretending the world isn't rotting from the inside. Fuck their luck. Fuck their ignorance. Fuck their comfort. Fuck the world for being a trap, a machine, a slow-motion slaughter, and calling it civilization.
Fuck the noise. Fuck the distractions. Fuck the lies we tell ourselves to survive. Fuck the people who cling to routines and call it stability. Fuck the people who pretend that life has meaning while watching others drown. Fuck the hypocrisy, the indifference, the casual cruelty.
Fuck being alive in a place that doesn't care, in a life that feels like punishment. Fuck the rules, the expectations, the weight. Fuck every "it's temporary" lie. Fuck every "you'll get through it" lie. Fuck every person who smiles while knowing how heavy life can get.
Fuck me for feeling all of this. Fuck the fire in my chest. Fuck the rage, the despair, the exhaustion, the terror. Fuck being trapped in my own skin. Fuck the endless loop of anger and hopelessness and loneliness. Fuck existing in a world that doesn't want me.
And fuck the people who would shrug and say, "He probably killed himself." Fuck them for thinking they can reduce a life to a shrug, a headline, a casual judgment. Fuck them for not caring what it felt like, what it looked like, what it was like to live inside a body and a mind that hated the world while the world did nothing. Fuck their cold assumptions, their lazy opinions, their need to distance themselves from someone else's pain.
They won't know what it was like to carry every second of despair and rage. They won't know what it was like to feel trapped in a world that doesn't give a damn, to feel every weight of existence pressing down while everyone else walks blind. They don't care. They just want a story they can file away neatly. They want it simple. They want it clean. Fuck them.
And fuck everyone else who would pretend it's "understandable" only to tuck it away as a tragedy they can glance over, a warning they can ignore. Fuck the casual judgment. Fuck the whispers. Fuck the "probably" and the "should have" and the "he must have" that lets them sleep at night. Fuck all of you who turn human pain into a punchline or a passing thought.
Fuck everything. Every last second. Every person. Every rule. Every expectation. Every fake smile. Every lie. Every shallow "you'll be okay." Fuck the system. Fuck society. Fuck the lucky. Fuck the blind. Fuck the comfortable. Fuck the hypocrites. Fuck the indifferent. Fuck everyone.
I am done pretending. I am done swallowing it. I am done existing in a place that doesn't see me, that doesn't care about me, that crushes anyone who actually feels. I am full of rage, despair, exhaustion, and loneliness, and I have nowhere to put it but words. Fuck everyone. Fuck everything. I am done dancing to a song that doesn't exist, that never did, that never will.
Fuck, Etc.
Fuck the grind. Fuck the rules. Fuck the endless expectations. Fuck every "you should" and "you must" shoved down my throat like I'm supposed to play along. Fuck the system that rewards mediocrity and ignores the suffering it creates. Fuck the offices, the cubicles, the meetings, the fake handshakes, the small talk, the polite smiles, the "how are you?" questions that no one wants the answer to. Fuck all of it.
Fuck the people who pretend to care. Fuck their advice. Fuck their fake empathy. Fuck the Instagram philosophers preaching hope and resilience. Fuck the "it gets better" liars. Fuck the people who tell you to "be grateful" while the weight of the world crushes you alive. Grateful? For what? For surviving in a cage? For breathing while the fire burns around me? Fuck that.
Fuck my own body. Fuck my own mind. Fuck the way my brain betrays me, forces me to feel the weight of this world when it doesn't have to. Fuck the despair, the exhaustion, the rage, the loneliness. Fuck being alive in a place that doesn't give a damn. Fuck carrying this weight while everyone else wanders blind and ignorant, lucky enough not to feel it.
Fuck the silence. Fuck the empty streets, the empty offices, the empty hearts. Fuck the people who walk past suffering like it's a smell, like it's just part of the scenery. Fuck the polite conversations that hide indifference. Fuck every fake smile that masks apathy. Fuck the people who nod while knowing the truth but don't have the courage to face it.
Fuck compromise. Fuck settling. Fuck "just enough." Just enough is a cage. Fuck trying to survive in a world that punishes awareness. Fuck the monotony. Fuck the future. Fuck promises. Fuck potential. Fuck every second of life that drags on like a chain.
Fuck everyone who ever told me to "be strong." Fuck the people who call others weak for struggling. Fuck the people who smile while pretending the world isn't rotting from the inside. Fuck their luck. Fuck their ignorance. Fuck their comfort. Fuck the world for being a trap, a machine, a slow-motion slaughter, and calling it civilization.
Fuck the noise. Fuck the distractions. Fuck the lies we tell ourselves to survive. Fuck the people who cling to routines and call it stability. Fuck the people who pretend that life has meaning while watching others drown. Fuck the hypocrisy, the indifference, the casual cruelty.
Fuck being alive in a place that doesn't care, in a life that feels like punishment. Fuck the rules, the expectations, the weight. Fuck every "it's temporary" lie. Fuck every "you'll get through it" lie. Fuck every person who smiles while knowing how heavy life can get.
Fuck me for feeling all of this. Fuck the fire in my chest. Fuck the rage, the despair, the exhaustion, the terror. Fuck being trapped in my own skin. Fuck the endless loop of anger and hopelessness and loneliness. Fuck existing in a world that doesn't want me.
And fuck the people who would shrug and say, "He probably killed himself." Fuck them for thinking they can reduce a life to a shrug, a headline, a casual judgment. Fuck them for not caring what it felt like, what it looked like, what it was like to live inside a body and a mind that hated the world while the world did nothing. Fuck their cold assumptions, their lazy opinions, their need to distance themselves from someone else's pain.
They won't know what it was like to carry every second of despair and rage. They won't know what it was like to feel trapped in a world that doesn't give a damn, to feel every weight of existence pressing down while everyone else walks blind. They don't care. They just want a story they can file away neatly. They want it simple. They want it clean. Fuck them.
And fuck everyone else who would pretend it's "understandable" only to tuck it away as a tragedy they can glance over, a warning they can ignore. Fuck the casual judgment. Fuck the whispers. Fuck the "probably" and the "should have" and the "he must have" that lets them sleep at night. Fuck all of you who turn human pain into a punchline or a passing thought.
Fuck everything. Every last second. Every person. Every rule. Every expectation. Every fake smile. Every lie. Every shallow "you'll be okay." Fuck the system. Fuck society. Fuck the lucky. Fuck the blind. Fuck the comfortable. Fuck the hypocrites. Fuck the indifferent. Fuck everyone.
I am done pretending. I am done swallowing it. I am done existing in a place that doesn't see me, that doesn't care about me, that crushes anyone who actually feels. I am full of rage, despair, exhaustion, and loneliness, and I have nowhere to put it but words. Fuck everyone. Fuck everything. I am done dancing to a song that doesn't exist, that never did, that never will.
Fuck, Etc.
