Whelp. I'm fucked.
I am **literally** screwed in the ass with a crooked rusty nail the size of Pinocchio's nose when that lil' bitch lies. It's not even my fault. All I did was be born into a fucked up society with fucked up rules where logic decided it was done with this bullshit and offed itself after fucking with a cactus on full moon. This so called "Utopia" of a world figured out how to fuck people over even before the knew what the fuck anything even was. That's right, I'm not the only one who's life got tainted--the whole world is screwed--along with the people who started this all.
The Douchey Trash Bag Designers one day decided after eating their crappy breakfast and sending their shitty children to their schools of Hell, that it would be a **fucking** brilliant idea to engineer people with these two finger wide and half a middle finger long, built in timers that are programmed to only stop under certain circumstances. There are supposed to be two of these asshole ticking time bombs; one on each wrist around the area where you would cut yourself. I guess the blocked that part out, congrad-fuck-ulations you Arrogant Asshats. Anyway, the one on the right is set for th exact second you will die. That's right! D to the big fat I E. Those Pricks decided "Hey! I know how to mental scar future generations by letting them know only WHEN they're going to die! Right down to the very T! Let's go drink juice boxes and watch Sesame Street while we produce some truly fucked up kids!" I bet that's how it went down.
On to the second one, the left wrist. Now this one should be easy: why do married couples typically carry their wedding bands on the left hand ring finger? DING DING DING!!!! YOU'RE FUCKING CORRECT! *cue eye roll* It leads directly f the heart, so what would the **significance** be to have a timer on the left wrist for something that majorly impacts life? If people use their thinkpans, they'd know it is for the one nd only Count Down to Love....
Now, this is where I come in. So sit the fuck down and enjoy cuz important shit is happening.
I am--and forever will be until my Death Device clocks out--alone. Utterly, cruelly on my own to discover jus how truly fucked I am. This is not my only problem, I am used to defending and providing for myself since I was a tiny insignificant wittle wriggling piece of shit. I've even come to indulge myself to evenings in, sitting in the corner on trash can mumbling out loud about my fucked situation--I guess I like the solitude. Sure. I've seen, talked and interacted with people. I'm not that screwed. I have my own tight knit group of ignorant, innocent idiots. I hav-had.... I had a family, so there's that, but the one relationship I never had nor will even slightly have a chance with is love.
How can this be if we all have Love and Death Watches right? I'm bound to meet "The One" someday huh? Well to put it simply: FUCKING L-I-E-S! Apparently, I'm not fit enough to have soulmate. I'm forcibly destined to live and die without a small kids or intimate night. Fate dealt me some pretty crappy cards, and it is one stubborn whore.
It's not like I'll get electrocuted or magiked away from hugging someone or holding their hands. There's no specific written rule where people can't say "To Hell with it!" and fuck each other right then and there. It is an unspoken yet commonly known concept that everybody has a special someone. If their timer does not hit zero on the dot with you, then you have no chance with them, like, EVER. I'm sure some Romeos and Juilets out there want to defy the "Rules of Love" some Miserable Fuckers put in place way before their time, to be with one another. Kudos to them! Whoop-de-fucken-doo!!!! This ain't Shakespeare sista--not even fucking close pal. This is a self proclaimed "Utopia" turned "Dystopia" on some of Gamzee's pies.
In other words: I. AM. FUCKED.
A/N~ So here's my first. I wrote this out previous to updating so let me know of any errors in any category. I am way too lazy to check right now, although I went paragraph by paragraph. Have fun with the picture hoes!!!!~
Listening to Broadway: Karkat =;}
~~Carry on fellow fans~~
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"When You're Running Out Of Time" ~Homestuck
FanfictionWhat do you do when the world says you can't and won't ever love someone all because of a missing Time Piece? Well, you say "Eff the rules" and you decide your own life! But it's not that easy, who accepts mutants anyway? Karkat Vantas is a 17 year...
