Fuckism: Half-assing it? That’s just preloading your excuse. You showed up.Sort of.You did the work.Kind of.You said you’d give it your all—Then handed it your maybe. And now?You’re prepping your apology like it’s a backup plan.“Things got busy.”“Wasn’t the right time.”“I didn’t really want it anyway.” Bullshit.You wanted the out more than the outcome.You wanted […]
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Fuckism: Death Ain’t the End—It’s the Beginning, Bitch Death isn’t the end.It’s the f*cking door.The death of your fat-ass comfort zone.The death of your self-loathing inner monologue.The death of the weak, petty, ego-driven version of you that’s been holding you hostage. Real change?It’s a murder scene.You don’t evolve—you kill what no longer serves. Hand yourself
Scar Math: 20+ years of shitty habits × Expecting a fix in 3 damn days + Money wasted on shortcuts = A lifetime of disappointment in your own fucked-up life You spent decades building a cycle of crap.Then you think a quick fix or cheap hack will turn the tide?That’s not improvement—that’s just fueling the
Anti-Quote: Why grow when you can just blame everyone else and die exactly as soft as you started? Self-awareness is hard.Responsibility is heavy.But victimhood?Oh, that shit is light, easy, and comes with a built-in fan club. Don’t fix your patterns—just post about your trauma.Don’t own your habits—just call them “coping.”And don’t dare take action—someone might
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Fuckism: You can’t heal in the same mindset that made you sick.So stop lighting candles in the cage—and burn the whole fucking thing down You want growth?But you’re still thinking the same, moving the same, surrounding yourself with the same soft bullshit that broke you. You can’t evolve in comfort.You can’t ascend in denial.And you
Fuckism: Being nice to everyone makes you lunch to someone. Love ain’t holy if you hand it out blind—adjust or get bit. You wanna be kind? Cool.But kindness without awareness is just bait.Keep treating snakes like puppies and don’t act shocked when you’re bleeding. Not everyone deserves your softness.Not everyone moves with clean hands.Some people
Fuckism: If your drive starts with ‘fuck bitches, get money,’ you’re not motivated—you’re malfunctioning That ain’t purpose. That’s pain dressed in ego.You’re not building—you’re just compensating.You chase cash, ass, and status like they’re medicine, but all they do is keep your wounds polished and your emptiness fed. That ain’t ambition.That’s emotional rot with a flex
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: Judging people from above? Careful, that pedestal you’re on is shaky as fuck. The next time you look down on someone, take a moment to reflect on yourself. Maybe you’re in better health—but guess what, you’ll get old too. Maybe you have more money—but there’s always someone with more. Maybe you’re better at something—but
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