Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Okay, I can’t stand the company of people who take life too seriously, like they’re allergic to humor and fun. Just straight up rigid, dry, and dull. So predictable. The kind that drains the life out of you.
I believe we're not our age, we’re our energy. And energy is contagious. That’s why some make you feel younger, more alive. I think it's their joy, childlike spirit, that delicious, divine consciousness radiating from within, they can’t fake it. Romanticizing life. Making magick from the mundane.
And then there are others who make you feel sick, as if they’re trapped in their own hell and curse. Like they are slowly dying inside and will drag you along with their bitterness and hate. Or some god complex carrying the burden of the world and try to always control things they can't. I'm not saying they're bad or wrong, Idk, I just don't mesh well with them.
I swear, even demons make better company.