I cannot tell you how it fucking feels to do that shit, to try and put a stop on somebody being a fucking asshole
It never goes away
It never turns into some justified, shiny glowing feeling
It is a TERROR
every fucking time
Especially when I know some fool could follow me in their car and put a stop on me FOR GOOD
But I’m trying to be about my shit.
I’m trying to be about it.
This life is fucking terror, but I’m trying to be about it.
Yes, I know you can be about it just by getting through, just by surviving, just by sticking your thumb in the eye of those that do nothing but want to see you fail and burn and die
But god damn
How you gonna claim to be about shit at that level
Then when something simple comes along you do nothing
Ugh Come On son
They do shit all the time because they KNOW ain’t nobody gonna help us, especially not each other. So they continue.