Sometimes...

Sometimes people can be mean. Really mean.
Sometimes people just think it’s their birthright to hurt people
Sometimes people are just SO insensitive
Sometimes people think they’re God
Sometimes people look through you and pretend you don’t exist
Sometimes people ridicule the art you worship
Sometimes people take you for granted
Sometimes people just assume you’re a shit-taking machine
Sometimes people mock your brainchild
Sometimes people order you to do things THEIR way
Sometimes people imagine that you’re some auto-energized ogre
Sometimes people place donkey’s worth to your prized “time”
Sometimes people forget good old days and move on letting you rot
Sometimes people just don’t like you for what you are…



In strange proportions I’ve experienced all of the above, over the last two weeks...
Hence, the shitty feeling. I’ll get over it.