Haven’t written in a while, so I thought I’d vent some of my frustrations out. In no specific order i’m going to mention things that have been disconnecting me from the outside world and the scum people that occupy this planet. Starting with animal abusers and governments that are killing street animals without mercy. Calling themselves people of faith yet kill innocent animals while their pedophile murderer comrades roam free without consequence. Can the sun just explode already? I often fantasize about a meteor the size of Australia hitting the earth at 50,000 miles per hour. Somewhere in the region of Pakistan, India, China, or Israel would be perfect. That way this godforsaken world can end along with its suffering. Unfortunately, I cannot come up with another solution to end evil and the devil’s reign. The only way to end all bad things is to completely wipe out this planet along with whatever good is left with it, if any. It’s dark, but i’m sure a couple of you share similar thoughts. Tough to see the beauty in this world when we are surrounded by pedophilic, baby eating, war mongering, animal abusing bastards who seem to hang on to power for decades without ever a sign of a visit from Azrael to take them to the hell they belong. 

Damn, that felt good. Now let’s move on to fake friends, and attention seeking women. Fake friends, the ones you actually helped when they needed it the most. The ones despite your generosity and genuine affections, still deep down are envious, jealous of your success. Often, it’s the people you help the most that become your biggest haters. Shoutout to the “cousins”, “friends”, “brothers”, that were short, fat, ugly, with complexities of a teenage girl and remained that way no matter where they went or how much they made.

Let’s talk about the women in today’s world. The ones who think they are the Kendall Jenners of their community. Instagram ruined you all. Idolizing bitches that show their asses and tits for the world ruined your soul. You’re not automatically prettier because you have a little following or you look good in a bikini. You’re not a rare commodity because you have 50 aroused morons in your dm’s. This is why you can’t have or keep a relationship going for more than a few months. The second you find someone with more money, or a guy who can give you the Kardashian lifestyle you clearly think you deserve you’re out the door. Good men are competing with rich fuck boys who are willing to drop thousands of dollars on an average looking hoe looking for clout. Don’t believe me? Look up the latest example, Lamine Yamal. 

Truth is, these good men aren’t losing anything. In fact, some bitch they valued to be their woman is out of their lives for good. If you’re a man or a woman in a relationship reading this, copy and paste the next sentence in your notes; Your relationship is not going to last forever. You can hate me, but deep down you know I’m right and that’s what pisses you off the most. In this day and age, there is no forever. If you are a man looking to propose or marry your girl, you are an idiot and deserve what’s coming to you. 

Oh dear, I’m pretty sure everyone hates me right about now. Maybe it’s because i’m right. We have a saying in Turkish; “Dogru soyleyeni 9 koyden kovarlar.” People love lies; they hate the truth. Truth is a tough pill to swallow. That’s why we live in a fake world. If this post rattled you, then you have something to think about. 

I’d like to end things on a brighter note. If that’s possible. Nope, sorry, it’s not. Maybe in the next blog. For now, i’m going to leave you with a little piece of advice. Gentleman, don’t overvalue women. They come and go. Work on yourself and be your best version. Ladies, don’t pretend you care about anything other than yourself. Let’s face it, when shit hits the fan, you’ll be the first to bail. So, stop pretending like you want a good man. Because most of you wouldn’t know a good man if it hit you in the head. You want lifestyle, you want security, and attention from other men. The second your man drops his consistency; you’ll start looking for a way out. Siting that you grew apart, that you’re not being “listened to”, that you are not “emotionally connected” anymore. You’ll say things like “you’re not the man I fell in love with”. The script writes itself. So just stop pretending please. Don’t misunderstand me, I love you all. You are wonderful creatures. I would treat you with respect and be a complete gentleman for the duration of our relationship. Knowing one day it will come to a bittersweet end. In which time you will mourn my loss in the arms and shoulders of the guy you kept as a backburner throughout our time together. You know, the one you followed on Instagram. The one that always sends you likes and writes you “hey” from time to time just to check if you’re single again. That one. As for me? I’ll just smile, wish you well, move on, and pretend for a day that you might have been “the one”.