Fuck you, people.
Who are you to make me feel this way?
Who are you to telling me how and when to dance, which dress to wear and which music to dance on?
Fuck you massivly.
Fuck you and your time and excuses.
Fuck you for me taking time for you, gifting it like its free. Like I have nothing important left to do. Fuck you too.
I could strach my balls, I could paint. I could jerk off in the middle of the forest and get high by the rooe from the talles tree. I could hunt the deers, set straps for wild mouses, I could cut the treets with axes and chop the grass with sharpest sicers there are.
Fuck you people for getting the worse from me.
To bringnup this frustration and transforming it into an anger. Fuck you.
Fuck you for being my family. For loosing my energy for you. For losing my hope and belief in people. For draining my love for you. For expecting I would be supported, loved, cherrished and respected. Fuck you
I am scared this wont take long. Because I ll fucked up my own bad situation. Because I cant be tolerant anymore, no way. I have mire then just enough :( fuck this shit out
I am so angry I just want to scream. But this little fella is sleeping next to me, my little Miš. I dont know how much I have with her, but I ll take advantage and take the time we are together as forever.
I love you Miš.
We are us, and Fiš is ours too. I hooe she ll not forget us and stay crazy furthermore. We are three and are unstopable.
Fiš, tinyencryptionalgorithm & Miš 💙
But for conclusion. I could go and do mynown shit. Paint. Lay in grass, bicycle, ciunt the startms, play drums, do tattoos and draw.
And I can count my working hours, set my online studio and send propositions for work.
You are fucking unstapable
To above and beyond