If people treat you like trash, maybe you are.

What a pity.

What a pity for you being rubbish, what a pity for you such a long life stage here finally full of shit. All your experience and learning didn’t rich you became a good positive human being, instead, full of a bunch of trash. Those knives stabbing you regularly, splash away from your strong self-esteem to soft shit shape, yeah, foolish. Everything rushing in your life, but you are just like a disabled person f**king standing in the same place, dumb. No courage to live and no courage to die. Rubbish being thrown out every single day, should you jump in automatically or .. hah.

Imagination they working for creativity, and you imagine out of useless. Die in your writing, showing opposite weakness. Lamentation!