Run On Rant
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I wish I could still believe.
In anything. I don’t really care what it is.
But there are just things that I just can’t succumb to;
The complete disregard for language, for the need
To say something that means something but you just keep your mouth
Shut because if truth dares show itself in this conversation, they all will hate you.
Because people just keep fucking speaking, but they aren’t saying anything
That makes anything better. And what’s so wrong with run-on sentences?
Can’t continuation be good? Why does everything have to end so abruptly?
What is so amusing with “omfg, yer soooooo cute, like omg, you haven’t
Ate in a weak, and your my idol”,
why does everything have to be so alternative?
Everything just seems to be a rebellion of something else and nothing can exist on its own, and
Maybe it just hurts to think, that if I’m so alone, do I still exist?
Some days I just don’t think so.
I can’t stand, that you can like the cute as a button bimbos, but despise anyone that
Stands up for more than what someone else tells them to.
Why do we have to make everything into a factory? Because,
When I can actually feel, I start to think maybe it’s not me that’s fucked up, maybe I’m just
A remainder of my environment, fuck product, I hate to be another thing to buy and sell out.
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You will be able to communicate your thoughts more clearly if you focus on one idea and eliminate those "run-on sentences", not to mention fragments.
This is a nice diary piece, which was probably very cathartic for you to write, but remember- here, you're writing for an audience. Try to be either entertaining or informative, not just a word geyser.