To not give a shit!

" What do you do when you're hurt? What do you do when your 'self-esteem' is bruised?"

I'd recently been to a place where someone stupid posed these couple of even more stupid questions in front of the stupidest stupid out there (not ME!, u dickless dick!!!). He rambled on for a decade with a zillion "you know what..", a million "some ppl are...", and scores of "you should just.." shoved in between the craziest fucking nonsense I'd EVER fucking heard!
Hurt my dick(!) and "SELF-ESTEEM" (!!!!!) , I mean do you seriously fucking mean it??? Self-Esteem means nothing at all. Its the lousiest combination of two words in the history of English words, the purpose of which is to basically fuck your brain up. (You may be better off learning the perverted version of the word. Ahem, I'm referring to your (ahem) "B...S" sweetheart! And if then someone messes around with your AHEM you may as well kick the bastard on the balls.) But, SELF-ESTEEM(!!). Fuck you!
When someone hurts you, if its even remotely possible, you hurt him/her back and if it isn't, just shut up n fuck off. And the LAST bit of shit to be coming outta yr butthole should be to ask other ppl for solutions to these questions.
Fuck's sake try being awesome once in a while you know. To not give a shit, you just do not give any fucking bit of it!
SIMPLE!!!

10th. of June-The day my i wrote my last engg. exam. It is 22nd. September today. I've completed my lousy journey from being a 22 yr old fuck to a 23 yr old (even lousier!) fuck. The only productive thing i thought i did in this period was clearing a finance related certificate exam with pretty decent marks. Now since finance suddenly seems to have become "The" thing to get the fuck away from, i have done nothing but just add to the number of useless objects in my house. Literally!
What the hell, just call me!!!!!!!

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I have not meant, I have not said,
Yes I am hurt but i am not dead.
The aftertaste of your betrayal haunts me still!
To you, it was a mistake,
To me, you are still here.
Blood's flowing within me like the days of before
Then, it gave me life; Now, its making me moan.
I may not act, I may not scream,
Cz you are still here n you are STILL HATED.

I have not meant, I have not said,
Yes I am hurt but i am not dead.
And i WILL MEAN, n I WILL SAY
cz i AM hurt n m NOT DONE YET!!

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Ahead i am looking, for the bygone to pass by, smile at me, to give it one more try.
I know its over but it doesn't stop there...........
I wrote a few more lines n then i had a logic-attack. Its completely irrelevant n uncalled for. I culd fill pages, reminiscing the past, and still cover only a minute fraction of that supressed thought-web. Or, I could look out the window n see fr myself that how beautifull the world can be, or IS. Courtsey, the attack, i chose the latter. I thank n i do so, whole-heartedly. But, if there's anything that needs to be known about me, this is it. If there is one thing that will get me back, that will gather my scattered fragments, pull me up and get me back, standing on two feet,this is it. This is SO it!