Det ordnar sig, det gör det alltid.
Det löser sig, sådant brukar allt bli
Det fixar sig till slut, finns inget tvivel om det
Nu känns skiten sur, och flera mil ifrån.
It pisses me off when people genuinely don’t give a shit about others. Honestly, how can you tell me to not take care of people? That’s what I do. That’s what I have always done. When you don’t look out for those who need then you end up like you, a completely worthless douche bag who only has one purpose, which is to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide. The reason why I do this is because everyone else either have parents who can’t help their kids out, or they can’t take care of themselves because they are in a mentally destructive state.
I can’t help myself out, I can no longer save myself. But I can at least try to rescue others. I know what it’s like to be me, and to be hated, and hurt, and numb. To have no other thoughts but death. And nobody but me deserves that. Absolutely nobody. If I could, I would take everyone’s distress and problems and put them on my shoulders, so that everyone else can be happy. And I try my best. I’m human. And all I’m doing is restoring humanity which has been completely lost in the giant aftermath of the selfish bomb dropped upon us.
Don’t tell me to let people be, and to let them die such a slow and torturous death. Don’t tell me not to give a shit. Because it’s the only thing that still keeps me here, the fact that I can help them.
(Source: nicotine-sticks)
