Its one of those days when an epiphany hits. It is one of those instances when enlightenment tenderly embraces depression. Its bittersweet taste lingers still.. perhaps forever. An overwhelming hate and anger arises within me, threatening to burn and drown the perpetrators, the traitors, who had me like they would a whore, casually flinging me aside once they climax and release.


Have I been too obliging?


Why am I so weak-willed. Too spineless to take a stand when enough is enough. Always giving in, always pretending that everything is fine, always patiently playing the mistress, to be used and abused. A lesser human being. Fuck you. Fuck all of you. I don't have to take all this shit from all of you. This ain't 1800-always-available-for-your-crap hotline. You bitches don't actually give a damn about me. All you care for is your fucking self with your fucking feelings and your bloody bruised egos. Its always about who made you upset, what made you sad, how you know the solution, how you don't have the spine to actually solve your own problems, you you you you and you. Always about you and your fucking needs. What makes you think I enjoy your fucking repetitive whining? Stop saying you don't know how to solve it. I'm a firm believer in God-given brains, so sit down and think about the fucking problem. Why keep running away? Why keep bitching about it when you're not taking constructive steps to actually resolve it? If emotions won't help you, cut it away and think logically. I can't believe why you choose to be so fucking stupid. I'm tired of being Mr. Nice Guy. So fuck off. Bitch.

When Shakespeare mentioned that Life was a stage and we're all actors, I don't think he was joking.
Especially about the acting part.