If you understand the following, you belong in an asylum.
Why does life suck? Why does it have to kick us in the face everyday when we get out of bed, then continue to mock us and kick us throughout our day until we go to sleep again? Because, it wants to kill you. Literally. Life wants you dead. People die for a reason, and that’s because life wants them out of their little cult they’ve got going on. Life is like a rich guy. He picks up a chick, uses them for one night, then ditches them, and never speaks to them again. That’s how life sees you. Life hates you. That’s why life wants to make you miserable, because it hates the very essence you are made of, which happens to be life, which means life hates itself which doesn’t make any god damn sense. Nothing makes sense when you think about it. Everything makes sense when you don’t. The universe is weird that way. Like how this rant isn’t making any sense to you right now. It makes sense to me, but not to you. This is the third time you’ve read this isn’t it? I’m not surprised. You always need to read things four times. No wonder life hates you. I hate you too. Everyone hates you. Then again, if you think everyone hates you, then everyone will love you because they hate you so much. Does that make sense? No. But nothing makes sense. Does it? You don’t make sense. Seriously. You need to put some sense into the words you’re saying. You have some speech issues I’m seeing here. Likehowyouaretalkingsofastitdoesn’tseemlikeyou’reputtingspacesinbetweenyou’rewordslikeafreak. Also, it sunds lik u dnt use spel cheek vry ofen, and spk n txt spk. You shouldn’t do that. It’s unprofessional. You know what are professional? Cats. Cats are very professional. The Godfather had a cat you know. So did that one guy from James Bond. Cats. Why the hell am I talking about cats? I could be talking about how pathetic you look in that sweater, unless you’re hot and female, in which case call me
. But you probably aren’t, especially if you are sitting inside on your computer like a nerd reading some random guy’s rant about how life/you/the world/cats/tomato sucks. You probably are thinking “, Why am I still reading this piece of shit?” Because, you are hoping for that light at the end of the tunnel that will lead to a pot of gold over the rainbow like in that one really old game called Zork. You need to die if you got that reference. Seriously. You’re a nerd if you did. It’s a really old game that’s text only and requires extreme patience to finish. I just realized how much of a no life I am. I have finished it. What the fuck have I been doing with my life? That brings another question, why the fuck am I still writing this when I have a million hot girls calling me from a couple minutes ago when I asked if they were hot to call me. Yep, that’s right. I got millions of views, at least a million from all those hot girls. So see all of you nerds later, I’ve got some work to do. Cats.
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