The Return of Fuckshit

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Guess who’s back.

Back again.

Isoya’s back.

TELL YO FREN.

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Greetings, you little chunks of carbon, despite there only being maybe 6-7 people that actually read this shit.

I’ve got something else to complain about today! I’ll start with a little thing I say when I am hurt, pissed off, or whatever, and someone says…

“Are you okay?”

“Are you feeling alright?” Something of that nature. Listen VERY carefully.

The moment you ask whether or not I am okay, I become not okay. Fuck. A number of suicides is probably caused by people being overconcerned. The reason someone seems to be deserving of concern is because you’re fucking concerned. Until you say those fucking words, EVERYTHING is fine. Listen, humans are modest, and for good reason. Most of us get over injury or emotional harm pretty quickly and/or easily. No reason to get your titties in a twist, because once you do, that’s when shit hits the fan.

So, if you ask someone if they’re okay at the first tiny little sign of unusual behavior, wait it the fuck out. They’re probably just pissy about something insignificant that will pass in mere minutes.

That’s all.

 

 

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