Fuckism: You ain’t cursed, you’re just soft. Every time opportunity knocks, you answer with a fucking excuse. You talk yourself out of moves like it’s a skill.Convince yourself you’re tired.That it’s not the right time.That you’ll “start Monday.”That’s not self-care—that’s self-sabotage wearing a face mask. You don’t need another plan.You need a mental eviction notice […]
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Fuckism: You’re not creative—you’re a squirrel on meth. Bouncing from idea to idea like your brain’s got fleas. Start. Finish. Or shut the fuck up. You’ve got a hundred projects, fifty “next big things,” and zero goddamn follow-through.Every new idea gets a dopamine hit.Every plan starts loud and dies in a digital graveyard called your
Fuckism: No one’s coming. This ride’s solo. Your life, your mess, your move. You can have a doctor, but they can’t feel what’s wrecking you inside.You can pay a therapist, but they can’t carry your pain.You’ve got a boss, not a babysitter—he doesn’t care why you couldn’t get it done.And your friends? They’re busy dealing
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Fuckism: Having expectations is like spreading your own ass cheeks for the world—then acting surprised when you get fucked. Let’s not sugarcoat it—expectations without reality checks are self-set traps.You open yourself up to disappointment, betrayal, failure, and then act shocked like the universe owed you something softer. But here’s the truth:The world doesn’t care about
Fuckism: Mouth full of big words, brain full of static. Congrats, you’re a polished parrot There’s always that one loud motherfucker in the room.The self-declared genius.The guy who can’t shut up—spitting buzzwords like he’s the guru of the hour. God forbid he’s not heard.He’ll drown the silence in nonsense just to prove he exists.But when
Fuckism: Today’s caviar is tomorrow’s shit. Don’t get high off your own success—you still gotta flush. What’s considered elite today? It’s just tomorrow’s leftovers.That top-shelf caviar? Prime luxury—until it’s digested and flushed.That new car? Today’s flex—tomorrow’s trade-in with peeling leather and an outdated screen. Everything fades.The car. The career. The clout. Even your skills—if you
Fuckism: A problem ain’t always the problem—your weak-ass view of it might be The thing you’re freaking out about?That deadline. That breakup. That missed opportunity. That “I’m not good enough” whisper in your head?Yeah—those might feel heavy, but the weight ain’t always real. It’s not always what’s happening—it’s how the hell you’re seeing it. Two
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Fuckism: You want a new life, but still got the habits of your old one. That’s not transformation, that’s cosplay. Everyone talks about “change.” New goals. New mindset. New version of themselves.But here’s the truth bomb: You can’t build a new identity using the same bricks that built your breakdown. If you still: You might
