So here's the thing- everything anymore is given some extra meaning- things are looked into too much. Like, okay- drugs are just drugs. Just because someone likes one doesn't mean they like all of them, and it certainly doesn't mean that that person is an addict. Damn. It's not a big deal, at least in my mind. It's like-Just because I like having a drink every now and again, just because I'm set in my ways and know what I like, that hardly makes me out of control, or an escapist, or an alcoholic You arogant son of a bitch. God damn it. Get a fucking grip, people. and sex- why can't sex be just sex? Why does it have to be some deeper connection? Why does it have to be anything? and love? Why make such a big deal out of such false pretense. It would be nice to believe, yes- but, again, get a fucking grip. and you know what? everyone else gets to rant on here, why is it that I can't? because I know that so many of you would gladly give me that fatal injection- that you'd offer me that fatal drink- that you'd introduce me to that fatal lover, screaming out his perfection in your loudest, truest voice.


Don't think I'm not on to you people.