Rambling about shit

Well I'm sittig at my CP at 1:58AM and listening to a song called "Carolina in the mrning". Nuffin could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning. The song literally means to be in Carolina in the morning, and Carolina is a girl. Not a state. Afterall there is North Carolina and South Carolina, but not "Carolina". See in those days of that song, people had dirty minds but were more intelligently subtle about it you see. Now also I am just writing about life. Fucking dumb shit advert on youtube delayed the start of a song I was listening too, how rude. FUCKIN RUDE So anyway I was thinking about how I used to have a big obsession over an inter-net girl in Spain who I thought I liked for some dumb reason. Some dumb ho who lead me on because she loved attention. I got well obsessed. Felt like dying even. But then I looked on her insta-cack one day and she identified with some lyrics of a Pink Floyds song. Now she always claimed to be shy and low self esteem. The lyrics said "you won't forget me, you won't forget me, I'm a wall too high for you to climb" and all that shit. This bitch lives at home with mummy who buys her endless hair do's and pink hair dye, designer clothes, gadgets, games, expensive makeup and she solicits loser weak bitch guys on fetish websites constasntly to fill the sink hole of a personality that she has. I nearly fell in but got out. All young bitches on the internet are like this - ignore them. All the same. Not that I think all girls are. Quality girls exist. From good parents and backgrounds. But those pink Floyd song lyrics proved to me that's how the bitch really sees herself. A narcissistic waste of space. Vast over-valuation based on something so superficial. Every time she and her ilk con a guy into falling for her, it's another notch to her belt, specially when she just dangles her pussy like a carrot on a stick after feigning a false connection. But it also takes a stupid dumb "man" to fall for that shit. I learned the hard way. I'm so glad I came out with sanity intact and even became a better man from it. Thanks you pink haired clown. I love that you did that to me. I have found the purpose of my life. And it is me and not some bint. Me and my purpose in life. Who needs you? I don't.