Destroy/Save the World By Being Me

“Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.”

–Thomas A. Kempis– 

Who the fuck am I to tell others how they should be? How they should live, eat, breath, treat, and screw other prople.

I have done my share of righteous indignation, I was blind to my own limitations and stupidity. Other people had to adjust to MY needs. They had to change. There’s so many things these people should work at. If they did, the world  would spin peacefully.

MY world.

Inside MY head.

It’s time to look at myself. Rush back the camera. Re-focus on something else. ME. See the holes in my soul. Darkness in my heart. The dirt in my mind. The infection in my skin. The inapprorpiate size of my body parts.

I need to accept people as they are. They all seem to be screwed up and wrong at the same time. But so am I! I’ve just been as fucked up and confused as THEY are. They and I have some differences, yes. But we also have quite a lot of similarities.

I shouldn’t be angry why people can’t change for the better, but be angry why I can’t.

Fuck me.