The Ripped Soul

I've just about had it. Enough, really.

I was smoking earlier and she looked at me and said "I thought you told me you would quit smoking after you come back from Genting? Don't dream to go to Florida in this state, okay?"

And I was snarling. I was tired of taking everything in silence. I shot back.

"What does it matter anyway? They don't have the money that'll get me there. You definitely don't have the money that's gonna get me there. And me saving $10 a time isn't going to get me there either. The flight is $1.5K. Not $15. Not $150. And I'm not working fulltime, so you know what? I'm not going to get to GO there EVEN if I quit smoking. Alright?"

And I took one long puff.

Anyone else that wants to step on my tail regarding my smoking habits, please take your middle finger and shove it up your ass before I do it for you.

I'm tired of having to explain, of having to hide. Yeah, I smoke. So? Yeah, it gives cancer and God knows what the fuck else. We're all dying anyway. And I just happen to like the idea that I might die a little faster, morbid as it sounds.

Then she was telling me about Aunt Dot's plight in UK. She's blind, her daughter's gone with cancer at the 3rd stage and had her exbf beat her up. She's got nobody, so I shouldn't have anything to complain about. Look at other's plight and misery and thank someone that I'm not in that predicament.

But here's the thing.

Everyone's got their own set of problems. Some are blind, some are heartbroken, some have no childhood. Some are running away from things. Some are scared, some are angry, some are miserable. Some have no family, some do and they have their own problems in it. Some people wish they had a dad, some people wish their dad would drive off a cliff.

I don't believe in comparing problems.

Everyone's got problems. Some people know how to solve them quickly, some take time, some don't know a solution at all.

So don't compare me or my problems to anyone. And for the last time, do not snap at me regarding my smoking habits. Am I asking you to buy cigarettes for me? If the answer is no, then kindly shut the fuck up.

On another note, made a tumblr, and I'm starting to get the feeling that I'll be pretty active there.

So if my blog here's too quiet for your taste, you might want a taste of fuckyeahalbanderas.tumblr.com

Link's at the side.