Originally posted on MySpace
05-25-2006
What is it about change that is so unnerving? Even when change is blatantly necessary, why does wallowing in your self-created pile of shit remain so comfortable? Perhaps it's because it's warm and familiar. Although it smelled bad at first, you seem to have become accustomed to it over time. The darkness, of the little windowless room you've hidden yourself in, keeps you from ever having to see what you're surrounded by.
Why are you so afraid to leave your prison and ever increasing pile of excrement? Upon opening the door, the light may be blinding and the sun might scorch your ever paling skin. Somewhere, out in that big, cold world you might find something that would bring you some measure of happiness. How terrible it would be to no longer have any reason to incessantly complain about how awful your life is! You might even have to put forth some effort to attain and retain whatever or whoever has made you happy. Aww... Boo Hoo... Sniff... Sniff... Sniff...
This is your wake up call! Quit your bitching and moaning; leave your pathetic little prison; and rejoin the real F-in world! Oh... Take a shower first though... you smell like shit!
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