Color Effect

Everyday I drip red

Some days I bruise purple

Other times I see only blue.

Red Apples!

She entered my life as you made your exit.

Choose your poison.

Fuck

Fuck you

Fuck you

Fuck you

Fuck you.

Why, why the fuck do you always reenter my life when it's getting so good? Stay out.

Red-Painted Reasoning

It's only when I'm furious that I ever feel like writing. Or when I'm deeply sad.

"So what's it going to be about today?" you ask. Well, blogspot readers (God, I don't even think I have followers...) Well, today it's this:

Why are people searching for a reason not to like others? An excuse for their pettiness, their bitterness, their own self-loathing? It irritates the shit out of me. If you just don't like a person, you just don't like them. End of story. Sometimes, personalities cannot mesh. Sometimes some people are too strong-willed and they come off as "bitch or dick" or anything with a negative connotation. Sometimes a person may be just a "people-pleaser" or a "suck-up." Some people are just in the middle... Lost as who to define themselves. And there's the people who hate defining or categorizing and such. It could keep going on and on. Which brings me to state again, "Sometimes, personalities cannot mesh."

If you dislike me, for whatever reason, then dislike me. I did not ask for you to like me. Just don't go "round-about" it. I dislike that kind of behavior feverishly.

You gave me the tool

To destroy myself.

I gave you the tool to become more.