THERE ARE FIVE POINTS TO A STAR (1)ONE LOVE (2) ONE LIFE (3)ONE DESTINY (4) ONE HEART (5) ONE SOUL.
im a pretty mellow guy, i do my thing and right now im trying to just BE. You know not enough people do that these days, we get to involved in all the insignificant little things like pain and love and jobs and time and shit, none of this is new to me, and dont get me wrong ive done it too, im not perfect, but id like to think that im better at BEING than most. Thats what ive learned, you gotta just be because i dont have time for your shit, i dont have time for my shit, and i dont have time for their shit, i dont have time for shit at all because you know what, in the end, nothing really matters. If its going to happen, its going to happen, and thats what BEING is all about. So to you i say stop worrying about the trivial shit, stop trying to be the best, stop trying to love the most, stop trying to hurt those that hurt you, stop trying to find the answers, stop trying to find the one, stop trying to find yourself, just stop trying. Let it happen because it will anyway, and you'll feel better going along for the ride than bitching the whole way and ending up and the end of the road anyway.
Dont get me wrong, im not suggesting that you conform or dont conform, all im saying is BE, just fucking BE.
And you know what, its not easy, and i even have trouble following my own advice, maybe because i like the pain, maybe because im still young and stupid, but at least i know which is more than most people.
Fuck your shitty parents
Fuck your shitty family that you feel the need to love because theyre blood
Fuck your internet friends
Fuck your single serving women
Fuck your shitty girlfriend that takes and takes, and then tells you shes bored
Fuck all women in fact, that do this, because its bullshit and they know it, they just like fishing for someone who will make them feel better than they do at the moment
Fuck your shitty boyfriend who loves you enough to kill for you
Fuck your abusive boyfriend who loves you enough to kill you
Fuck the people who try to make you feel small
Fuck the people that try and bring you down with them
Fuck you and your shitty agenda, when you stop trying so hard you'll finally see that you didnt have to try at all
Fuck your fake friends who tell you what you want to hear, real friends would tell you the truth, no matter how hard they know it will be on you
Fuck your asshole friends that treat you like shit when they dont need anything from you, but when its convenient for them come running
Fuck your shitty friends who abuse their power over you, and then ask for their ump-tienth chance
Fuck those same friends who claim they've changed and learned their lesson every time you let them manipulate you
and Fuck you for being weak and letting them do it
The only people that matter are your true friends, the few and far between who are there with you every step of the way, the ones that will stand by you as you puke your guts out and not bitch about it for months later. The ones that will be there for you through every shitty relationship that you go through with some manipulative cunt and tell you shes not worth it when all you say is that she is. The ones that party their faces off with you every chance they get because together you can conquer anyone and anything. The ones that come to you just like you go to them for every shitty thing that gets you down. The ones that no matter what, treat you the same every day of every week of every year, not just when its convenient for them, and the ones that know they only have one chance because thats all they need.
Jeff, youre shibby and i hope that our plan for the next forty years happens and never changes, i wanna have cancer, drink beers, and have shitloads of tattoos, be toothless, and still driving badass cars hollering at sexy bitches. I wanna be still having hottub parties at 90 with broken hearts and wicked hot rebound bitches in our beds
Youve helped me see what matters, well REALIZE what matters more so than shown me, i knew, i just didnt believe and for that, youve earned your spot, i dont give those away freely and it takes a lot to make it and youve done that. Thanks for going above and beyond dude.
You're a lemon. Like a bad car. There is something... there is something inherently defective in you, and you, and you, and me, and all of us. We're all lemons. We look like everyone else, but what makes us different is our defect. See, most gamblers, when they go to gamble, they go to win. When we go to gamble, we go to lose. Subconsciously. Me, I never feel better than when they're raking the chips away; not bringing them in. And everyone here knows what I'm talking about. Hell, even when we win it's just a matter of time before we give it all back. But when we lose, that's another story. When we lose, and I'm talking about the kind of loss that makes your asshole pucker to the size of a decimal point - you know what I mean - You've just recreated the worst possible nightmare this side of malignant cancer, for the twentieth goddamn time; and you're standing there and you suddenly realise, Hey, I'm still... here. I'm still breathing. I'm still alive. Us lemons, we fuck shit up all the time on purpose. Because we constantly need to remind ourselves we're alive. Gambling's not your problem. It's this fucked up need to feel something. To convince yourself you exist. That's the problem.
