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Friday, July 8, 2011
Day 133: It would be nice if you could not make me feel like a piece of shit every day of my life
As much as I really want to bitch and piss and moan about what happened today on my blog publicly, I frankly just don't give enough of a fucking damn in order to even post about this. I am just sick of constantly being treated like shit by the people who supposedly "love" me. And I am sick of people that don't pay for their shit. And I'm sick of people who have no sense of responsifuckingbility. And people who care more about losing their money at a fucking casino, than picking me up after work so I can make some fucking money so that I can get a goddamn house and be out of everyone's goddamn hair. And I'm sick of people getting pissed because they have to drive me to work when BECAUSE OF THEM, I can't drive. I am sick of alot of different people and this post is not just directed at one person imparticular so those that seem to think they fucking know everything can shove it up their ass. I am also sick of feeling like everything is fucking my fault. I blame myself for EVERYTHING everyone else does to me since that's all I've done my whole life since it was the only way for me to cope with the shit I have been through since I was 15. Which if you knew me at fucking all, you'd know what the fuck I'm talking about. And I'm sick of people not standing up for themselves. I'm sick of people who bitch about other people's babies when they cry. A baby is a FUCKING BABY. It's only method of communication IS TO FUCKING CRY. A baby does not just shoot out of your veej and start telling you the cure to cancer and how THE FUCK to establish world peace. YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT A BABY DOES WHEN IT POPS OUT OF YOUR VEEJ? IT FUCKING CRIES. Because that's what a baby FUCKING does. If you don't like that, then leave the mother fucking room or invest in some fucking earplugs. And I'm sick of stupid people. And I'm sick of being called stupid. I'm sick of being told to calm down when I have a fucking reason to be upset. I'm sick of everything that comes out of a certain person's mouth sounding like a bowl full of FUCKING LIES. I'm sick of promises never kept. I'm sick of lending people money and being treated like shit by said person. I'm sick of spilt beer on my icecream RUINING the icecream. I'm sick of trash. I'm sick of cleaning up everyone else's mess. I'm sick of giving 17391842471409284918439213810983091 percent and getting nothing in return. I'M SICK OF THE BULLSHIT
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*hugs a ton and offers Owen cuddles*
ReplyDelete*then hands over some vanillar ice cream*
I love you. I really do. You are amazing and I want to give you hugs and tons of art. Because YOU are amazing. And do not freak out if I take a wrong turn in the middle of bumfuk nowhere with my lovely GPS. Because that just gives us more time to yell at my retarded phone!
I shall make you pretties and a giant pretty painting. :)
You are a better best friend than I deserve
ReplyDeleteCalm down! Jk kid! Keep ur chin up ur a strong cookie with an amazing friend by ur side in Anaia. Hugs!
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