petty
A	adjective
	1	petty, small-minded
				contemptibly narrow in outlook; “petty little comments”; “disgusted with their small-minded pettiness”
	2	fiddling, footling, lilliputian, little, Mickey Mouse, niggling, piddling, piffling, petty, picayune, trivial
				(informal terms) small and of little importance; “a fiddling sum of money”; “a footling gesture”; “our worries are lilliputian compared with those of countries that are at war”; “a little (or small) matter”; “Mickey Mouse regulations”; “a dispute over nig

That is one long ass definition for a word that could be summed up by saying “Duane Shaffer”. Here i am, at work(thank god for working at an internet cafe). Wondering what im supposed to do next, here is my situation. Last night i was kicked out and my phone shut off because i forgot to wash a jeep.

adhd
A	noun
	1	attention deficit disorder, ADD, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, ADHD, hyperkinetic syndrome, minimal brain dysfunction, minimal brain damage, MBD
				a condition (mostly in boys) characterized by behavioral and learning disorders

I was diagnosed with ADHD, whether thats an excuse or not, it should be taken into consideration when making me fucking homeless over something not getting done. I feel as if i did more then enough for an undeserving, ocd, petty asshole, who did nothing but be unappreciative the whole time. Someone who constantly degraded my family. This is the same person who goes to his church every sunday and parades around to be an all knowing, godly piece of man. This same person who has cheated on my grandmother countless times, and yet condemns other men for doing it, this same man who has burned his own house down just to claim insurance on it. This same man who was nothing more then a fuckin cocaine dealer, but lets not condemn him for his mistakes.. This same old bastard felt he had the right to schedule my off time, AND THEN BITCH ABOUT ME NOT DOING HIS JOB RIGHT!.. but im unjustified in my feelings and resentment.. i should be greatfull for him letting me live in his house (paying rent by the way).. and getting cussed out because i didn’t make my bed, or wash the White jeep that he drives..

im sorry for not wanting to be controlled any longer.. and freedom feels great. the only thing that sucks is the uncertainty of what to do tomorrow.

Life..

After a long night of tossing and turning, bad dreams and subconscious learning. I wake up to find myself questioning my choices, questioning my own existence. Wondering why all good things HAVE to be attached to sacrifice. Why love, the most powerful emotion border lines insanity. Why obsession seems like perfection, and control feels as if it should be accepted. Why are the roads in the path of life full of twist and turns, and potholes, and gigantic stones.. and im left riding with no driver in a pinto. Why life decisions could end up happiness or lying in a kitchen with slit wrist wishing you could forget your enslaving religion. Patiently i visit these thoughts knowing there is no answer to be got, knowing only time will tell, knowing you cant enjoy life with out ignoring hell. Or taking a purple pill. Why was love so easy, so inviting, so wanted, so enticing, so electrifying, every kiss felt like lighting. Now its so hard to keep my composer, as i know each minute we get closer, is potential to later feel even lonelier.

As i experience more and more of life, more and more of being in love. I start to realize what its really all

about. Depending on the day and the progression of the relationship, do you really start to define it. Love to me

is when you wake up and the first thing you think about is her, then when she is lying next to you on that same

morning, you wrap her in yourself. A force resonates the core of your being, as your skin makes contact to hers. As

if your hand is the gateway to the pure ecstasy that envelopes you. Love to me is every time you hear or think of

her you long to be embraced again, even when shes one room away. When you can look into her eyes and the universe’s

secrets mean absolutely nothing to you, because you feel like they are all answered a millisecond before your eyes

even focus on each other. When the clock ticks 11:11 and your only wish is to be close to her inspiring aura

forever. When the thought of her leaving, hurts and worries you, into a depression that is unmatched even by emo

kids. When the words good and bye are put together a pain of agonizing defeat sink to your voice box, and pressure

equal to a blowing volcano pulsates behind your eyes. When your jealous of the wind that gets to gently touch her

lips when you cant, you have no other choice but to rejoice in the plethora of tantalizng emotions. I beleive im in

love, hopelessly.

Past the point of no return.

-chrisfranko

So here I am, sitting, enjoying my ignorance, dwelling in the comfort of my stupidity, when i receive a text on my halfway working LG envy. Eager to see what my enlightened friend has to say.. one word. Zeitgeist. My only reply was “wtf is zeitgeist” he says watch the movie. So my Google savy fingertips begin to glide across my sticking keyboard, later to find myself watching a two and a half hour movie, that did nothing but sicken me to my stomach. Now im left with the feeling of paranoia, disappointment, nausea, vertigo even. Not knowing which way is up, praying for change, but left with the uneasy feeling, that its too late. I suffer from One Voice Syndrome.