I am Kyler.

It's better to burn out than to fade away.

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What’s the difference between two dicks and a joke?

You don’t look like you could take a joke.

How do you find Will Smith in the snow?

You look for the fresh prints.

Parallel lines have so much in common

it’s a shame they’ll never meet.

Most women call me ugly until they see how much money I make

Then they call me ugly and poor.

I hate how working with an autistic person really brings out such a bad person in me.
Like, I should be more sensitive, but my safety is at risk and I am here to do a job. This place is like a heart and we’re the blood but she’s a clogged artery getting in the way of things that need done.
But when I offer to do something for you and you return that by laughing at my face, getting unwanted spit all over me, you can be sure as shit that I’m not gonna go out of my way to help you out anymore.
And it’s like, you do the same job every single day, how is it that every 10 minutes you find a new way to fuck it up?
AND STOP FUCKING STARING AT ME.

So all I have to do is dump a bucket of water on my head and it will cure people?

But then the second that sleep is achieved, I’ve found my ‘heroin’ and nothing else can satisfy me and if you’d offered me all the money in the world, I’d beg to trade it for 5 more precious minutes of slumber.

Waking up is one of my biggest faults. I mean both in the mistakes I make as a result of being, and 100% in the way that it is always absolutely one of the hardest parts of my day.

I understand waking isn’t an immediate or even easy process for anyone, and I really really really, DEFINITELY HATE to be the person that says “yeah the average life is hard and waking up sucks but my day is so much worse like bro you don’t even GET it!!!!!!!”

And yet I will do exactly that.
I don’t care.
I’m right.

I’m right.

I’M FUCKING RIGHT.

I’ve BEEN the ‘average attempting’ person. That’s fucking EASY.
How the fuck you live a satisfactory life in terms of self fulfillment and true worldly accomplishment without actually putting in a single cent of effort baffles me.

If you could only fucking see.

Fucking just watch me on a camera for a shift and you will literally throw up just at the amount I’ve worked, much like I do during/after work, then add in sounds and you’re dealing with people who you’ve confided in, literally whole-heartedly attempting to trigger a flashback by driving too close and laying on their horn “just to see what happens if you..” Or intentionally making you work 100x harder by not doing their job, just to see if you’ll ‘eat it’ for them. And I hate every second of it, but I fucking do it because it needs done.

Every night I convince myself to kill myself.
Some point in the night I talk myself out of it.
Then it comes back and I make a plan. Daily. Different. Daily.
(That alone is an exhausting process)
Then I work it up, talk myself into it, push the memory of troublesome times and of course the present into my immediate thinking..
By this point I have a plan and I’m driving home.


But there is always some FUCKING situational coincidence preventing me.

I just want it to fucking ware, and if that means an eternity of starting at dirt that might just be my heroin(e).

Sometimes sleep is death and I just want to never experience it and avoid it forever, prolonging the little life left inside me, disabling the flashbacks, halting the memory of something most miserable.

I want to burn that energy and see how far I can run on empty, then ask for 400 more miles without a drop and say “yeah, I’m good.”

I certainly dislike like that I will be working every other Saturday for a fucking year..

I certainly dislike one of my team leaders, who is an idiot and an asshole at the same time.

I certainly dislike being extremely rushed, demeaned, and insulted by said team leader on a process I am literally brand new to.

I certainly dislike getting yelled at by big wigs while said team leader stands with his arms folded nodding like Billy-Badass-Never-Broke-Nothin-Told-Ya-So-Dumbfuck-Newbie.

I certainly dislike that I dented a trailer door that belongs to Toyota 2 seconds after being yelled at to “FUCKING GO YOU FUCKING RETARD” by somebody I am in all cases meant to look up to and respect.

I certainly dislike being put in a new position when the person I’m supposed to go to for answers intentionally ignores me, making eye contact, listening, then walking away multiple times, meaning I have to go bug someone else who is already busy with their task..

I certainly dislike how much my sisters’ leave is impacting me, having me reduced to an emotional wreck on the floor unable to ‘come to’ for up to two hours at a time.

And I FUCKING HATE that Kenny (definitely) intentionally ignores me. He can say “bye-bye” to the business because his #1 customer is kaput. New source found at just about half price. And the reliability is about the same but the communication (thus far) is 1,000 times better.