JuneBug

I have this cup. I keep this cup turned downside up. and once in a while my naïve side crawls up out of the hole I stuffed it in and does some spectacularly retarded shit, like decide to turn the cup the right way up.

The problem is; there’s a reason why that glass stays like that. See this glass is like Pandora’s Box, minus the happiness and shit at the bottom of the box and shit. Once this cup fills up, its quick to overflow and once that happens all the shit falls to hell and I regret all the shit and yada yada fish paste.
Then I turn down again, everything is still acid burnt and fucked to death, but you know what after that all crap goes away and shit.

This glass I’m talking about is how much is my “care” glass. Don’t be retarded, it’s a metaphor.
my point now is caring is usually not worth it, because you care and put in the work and all that shit and still get blasted in the face with shit, piss and barf. Afterward, when I feel sad, alone, dejected, disappointed, rejected and all around all around just fucking depressed, I remember why I chose to not ever give the tiniest of fucks in the first place. That shits like playing with water when you’re clearly fire. It just don’t end well.

So for now I go back to my cave and indulge in all of my little fucked up luxuries. All the while fixing the colossal mess that naïve fool made. Oh, yeah, I have a gigantic ass crush. Schoolyard puppy kinda shit, you know! Like, bad bad, all disgustingly cute shit. This girl is the Rose. I was supposed to lead with that, I guess. Romantics are born, cynics are made. I didn’t survive the battle, I am made a cynic. It’s smarter, its logical. It will win the war. But that romantic naïveté is for the birds.

So now the cup is upside down, the fool back in his cage, and me left with a mess.

(X_X) I just hope she doesn’t see this ever