act like a grownup

okay, yeah, fuck you, i can act like a grownup.

it’s just not that fucking valuable.

yeah, that’s right

as someone who’s been forced to grow up early, yeah, that’s right, forced, i can tell you, acting all grown up and boring, it ain’t all that. i’ve been taking care of my own shit for as long as i can remember. i’ve spent my entire life dealing with massive amounts of consistent soul-crushing physical and emotional pain for as long as i can remember. alone. any help i got, i sought out myself.

so yeah, I can take care of myself just fine, thanks. probably better than you can. seriously. most of you can’t take care of yourselves for shit.

so why do you think you can tell me I gotta act boring while doing it?? it’s not like that makes me better at rolling up my sleeves and getting shit done. it just makes ya sadder.

you know those people that have sticks so far up their asses you could probably see it if you looked down their throats? or those people who seem to take some sadistic sexual pleasure in dredging up all the negativity around them?

yeah, those people don’t know jack shit. to quote the most annoying song i know (sans “Paperback Writer” by the Beatles), “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

i almost envy these people even. cause it is, almost, enviable to have enough positive vibes around you that you can afford to kill a few by being a fucking square.

but dude, if that’s you, why not stop and smell the roses every once and while…instead of trampling them, cause they’re not grownup enough?

i’ll be over here acting like the kid i never got to be. cause it’s fucking fun.