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aRTIST'S bLOCK and [b]JUSTICE[/b]
16 years ago
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So I haven't drawn anything by hand in a while. Well, nothing that I have drawn that's ended up online, I mean. I've been drawing, but with as often as my little brother has been working online doing his assignments I haven't really been able to use the computer when I need to. I'm afraid my art is suffering for it. I also need more money...big time. But then again, who the fuck doesn't?
I am completely aware that there is a recession/Depression in the country of my birth, and that nobody has any money right now...but I don't feel sorry for ya. I been in my own personal depression for five-plus years!
Everybody bitches about how they have somebody far away somewhere that they can't see for a while or be with anymore, or that they're currently unemployed, or that they're so close to going totally bankrupt that all it will take will be one more bill or surprise demand of money from some collection agency somewhere.
Honestly, to no surprise...I don't give a shit. 0...0 And do you know why? *cute head tilt* Because when I was already having these problems and told them to everybody, the collective response that I got from all of you out there was "So what? It's not our problem. We don't have the same worries you're having. Stop being a sad sack."
Yeah, you told me shit along the lines of "Oh, boo-hoo, we don't give a shit."
Well now it is MY TURN, WISE-ASSES!
Now that the reality of the situation has finally hit your neck of the woods you're all gloom and doom and flowers never bloom anymore, aren't ya?
That's called karma, my little shit-stains.
Show some genuine compassion for the down-trodden and the melodramatic folks and you won't have to end up being one of them.
Every time I have tried to lighten a friend's spirit so far and tell them things like "It could be worse, stiff upper lip" I got a fucking firing squad of "How dare you!", "you don't really care", "I hate you", "You could never understand", "Fuck you-YOU'RE BLOCKED!" and so-forth.
Oddly enough when I talked about how bad my life was, my reactions to their nay-saying and scoffing was a little more mature.
AND POLITE.
Now the tables have turned, and you're bitching about your lives the way I've already been bitching about mine for a couple of years, now. Now that You're beginning to feel the sting I have already felt for so long I can only respond to you in the same manner that you treated me.
Shut the fuck up,
Quit-yer-bitchin'
And take that stick out of your ass.
I tried to be kind, I tried to be patient, I tried to let you get all of your frustrations out while I talked to some of you, And you know who you are. I shall spare you the indignity and shame of pointing out fingers.
If you think I am speaking to you personally, and you really believe you haven't wronged me by giving me the afore-mentioned crap, then relax. Don't worry about it. I can only count in my hands the number of people who this message even pertains to, so don't everybody draw out your torches and pitchforks just yet.
But in all seriousness, all of y'all who were talkin' nasty to me just 'cause you don't know how to control yourselves can suck a cactus covered in catshit. You ain't got no room nor right mind to speak, hear me?
I am completely aware that there is a recession/Depression in the country of my birth, and that nobody has any money right now...but I don't feel sorry for ya. I been in my own personal depression for five-plus years!
Everybody bitches about how they have somebody far away somewhere that they can't see for a while or be with anymore, or that they're currently unemployed, or that they're so close to going totally bankrupt that all it will take will be one more bill or surprise demand of money from some collection agency somewhere.
Honestly, to no surprise...I don't give a shit. 0...0 And do you know why? *cute head tilt* Because when I was already having these problems and told them to everybody, the collective response that I got from all of you out there was "So what? It's not our problem. We don't have the same worries you're having. Stop being a sad sack."
Yeah, you told me shit along the lines of "Oh, boo-hoo, we don't give a shit."
Well now it is MY TURN, WISE-ASSES!
Now that the reality of the situation has finally hit your neck of the woods you're all gloom and doom and flowers never bloom anymore, aren't ya?
That's called karma, my little shit-stains.
Show some genuine compassion for the down-trodden and the melodramatic folks and you won't have to end up being one of them.
Every time I have tried to lighten a friend's spirit so far and tell them things like "It could be worse, stiff upper lip" I got a fucking firing squad of "How dare you!", "you don't really care", "I hate you", "You could never understand", "Fuck you-YOU'RE BLOCKED!" and so-forth.
Oddly enough when I talked about how bad my life was, my reactions to their nay-saying and scoffing was a little more mature.
AND POLITE.
Now the tables have turned, and you're bitching about your lives the way I've already been bitching about mine for a couple of years, now. Now that You're beginning to feel the sting I have already felt for so long I can only respond to you in the same manner that you treated me.
Shut the fuck up,
Quit-yer-bitchin'
And take that stick out of your ass.
I tried to be kind, I tried to be patient, I tried to let you get all of your frustrations out while I talked to some of you, And you know who you are. I shall spare you the indignity and shame of pointing out fingers.
If you think I am speaking to you personally, and you really believe you haven't wronged me by giving me the afore-mentioned crap, then relax. Don't worry about it. I can only count in my hands the number of people who this message even pertains to, so don't everybody draw out your torches and pitchforks just yet.
But in all seriousness, all of y'all who were talkin' nasty to me just 'cause you don't know how to control yourselves can suck a cactus covered in catshit. You ain't got no room nor right mind to speak, hear me?
