germansatan92

A little secret stuff about me. I don't actually worship Satan or anything. Just thought the name was cool. I ain't a bad person im really not. I like soft pretzels. I hate work. I'm busy 7 days a week. I also work 6 days a week. I never get to rest on the weekends like everyone else. I don't get a single day off for myself. I'm a sour adult if you couldn't tell. I love cats. That's all the secrets for now.

Don't you love wasting your time at work or school? Working as a peasant for the tyrants? The bosses at work taking the credit you worked hard on. Studying your life away for shit at school you will never use in real life. Waiting every two weeks for your measly paycheck that you kiss away in bills. Just barely scraping through life with your bean check. Working as hard as you can in school then not making the cut so you're forced to go to summer school. What kind of shit is that? Listen up kiddos! Life ain't great. Specially when you're a sour adult like me. If you don't have to work for your paycheck and pay bills and rent then you'r

How spiteful I am to raise in the morning. To spend my life at work. Wasting precious time that we can't get back. People think they have all this time. That is their first mistake. I wished to go back in the realm of time. To yell at my childhood self. To warn her of the bullshit the future holds. How you don't want to grow up. You work to live, and live to die. So much to work for. So little to enjoy. Kiss your money goodbye as you sign off your bills. How spiteful and sour I am as an adult. When I was a kid, I never expected life to be like this. My childhood self is gone forever. I am a hollow carcass of a stuffy adult. Not finding joy i

Have you ever just wanted to forget it all? Forsake yourself. End it all. Chloroform soaked rag. Inhale it. Forget it. Sleep. Sleep it off. Forget the world. Forsake this world. Silent screams with a gag in your mouth. Don't fight it. Inhale it in one big huff. Sleep like a baby. Never explain. Never tell. Chloroform doesn't lie. Fall asleep with a poets dream. Slip slowly into unconsciousness. Close your eyes and let yourself go. Forsake this world. Sleep tight.

Why do we need sleep? Explained. We need sleep in order to forget all the problems of the day. Our minds need this time to try and unclutter all the books from the bookshelves of our minds, and try to put them all back before we wake. Sleep is important for our bodies, and minds. Sleep helps you ignore the pain, ignore the suffocating pain that we feel daily from existing. Tomorrow will be enough time to help you conceive more suffocating thoughts of a sick mind. So engulf yourself in a restful slumber, and wish to be someone else existing in another world. Do you think that self wishes to be you? If we dream of someone we know, does that mea

Have you ever convinced yourself that you aren't artistic? Shutting yourself in your room away from all things living? Typing fast on your laptop as fast as your little mind can think? Lovely words spew out like rainbow vomit upon the screen. You feel everything. Then you feel nothing. How can you be so hollow all the time? Only feeling alive when throwing your thoughts all jumbled into writing? A human is supposed to feel a sense of belonging and self. I, myself, don't feel like I belong anywhere. My anywhere is not in a busy coffee shop, writing screenplays that no one will ever see. My safe place where I can maintain a shred of sanity is l

For those of you out there that don't believe the darkness exists, I've got news for you. Darkness is real, it is as real as you and I. Well, real as you anyways. Perhaps I am not a person at all, nor monster, nor matter. I am me, you are you. I am an embodiment of energy that has formed into a shape of a person. I am detached from all that is real. Everything is superficial that will not be around in years to come. You are made from flesh and bones, I am as sour as a lemon and bones with decay. You scream for your sanity, I scream in my own insanity. I am me, you are you. You are made of light, I am a product of the darkness within all of o