Geeze. Life in the 21st C is more accelerated than I thought. Thank god I grew up in the 20th C where none of us got past the mental age of 15. . . Well, I didn't anyway.
On Leaving Plus 10 Damage and Other Tangential Nonsense
On 05/26/2015 at 12:41 AM by Blake Turner See More From This User » |
Two blogs in the same day? I know. I'm like an attention cannon, seeking to explode all over the faces of women and children. That... may need rewording at some point, but fuck it. Some things have happened and I need to talk about them!
Firstly, I quit Plus10damage. Well, by quit I mean I didn't write for them enough and they asked me to leave. It was mutual. Well... we mutually realised how much I suck. And then we mutually parted ways and mutually realised how I'm worse than Isis and someone should probably burn me at a stake.
You see, depression is fucking useless. Sadness makes sense, because when you're sad, you're motivated to do something to fix it, even if that something is something monumentally stupid, like getting drunk and calling your ex girlfriend at 3 in the morning. Depression makes you shut down. You get into a rut and you won't leave because you don't think you can, and even if you can and leaving that rut would be incredibly easy, you won't because you don't think you deserve to, or because you don't want to go outside because you're basically a tangled web of hair and your breath smells like a garlic flavoured yeast infection and you're afraid you'll be drawn and quartered for resembling something a witch made.
Also, I feel as though my generation has done something wrong. It might be exposure to the internet, but I'm a 23 year old who feels like the person he relates to most in life is Louie C.K. That shouldn't fucking happen. I'm 23 and I feel like a 40 year old cynical jackass. I haven't even lived enough to be cynical. Yet I am. And it makes no sense. I want my innocence back. Can society like, reverse rape me or something?
I mean, I'm 23! We live until we're 300 years old these days so I'm having a midlife crisis 127 years too early. I mean, realistically, I'm a 6 year old complaining because they don't make toys like they did yesterday.
And finally, I'm back. I'm not on plus10damage anymore, so all of my attention will be back here.
P.S. daftman: here's my sweary blog you fuck.
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