It is absolutely fucking amazing how much I have come to loathe my life.

Oh, sure, there's nothing in particular wrong with it. But would any of you even know if there was, hm ? You're either too fucking wrapped up in your own little worlds to acknowledge I even exist, or you don't give a shit about what I have to say, or you simply aren't there.
And ( Read more... )

How am I meant to fix something I can't even define ?

Now then, I know I said "don't comment" in my last post, but some sort of reaction would have been nice. Some sort of "... What the fuck ?" retort to my ranting would have been nice.
But then again, I suppose there was no surprise there. So no real answer needed, huh ?

But back on track.

Say, I know ( Read more... )

Well then. Typetypetypetype, as Jase would say.

I've always been very emphatic about the subject of wearing masks. I don't like people who are one thing to my face, and another behind my back. I demand the simple courtesy of being told what they think of me, to my face. For the most part, I'm given this. For the most part, I give this.

For the most ( Read more... )

So I figure I should update again before I forget. Or fall asleep. Or have to go to work.

All are viable excuses.

I was the best mood yesterday. No, I'm serious. I was like ... damn near euphoric. Smiling, content, absolutely no stress at all. It was amazing.

And I had noone to share it with.

I went into town on Thursday to do the "payday without ( Read more... )

I don't really give a shit if any of you get offended by what I write. Yeh, that's fucking right - you can all go fuck yourselves because guess what ? I have enough to deal with without you bitches getting on my back as fucking well.

Now that's out of the way, let's continue, shall we ?

None of you better ever fucking say you understand what I'm ( Read more... )

Disclaimer, before we start : Nothing I say in this post will be bought up against me. Ever. If you choose to read further, you give up all rights to react to what I say, think and feel.
Remember this fucking deal before coming at me next time.

First off ... I've been sick far too much this year. No, seriously, I have. I never thought myself one ( Read more... )

I'm actually quite curious - how do you people expect me to release my emotions ?

Now, I'm completely serious about this. I want to know. Between you, you've managed to take away every outlet I had. Don't believe me ? Well it's not like there were many, so this will be a short list.

* Venting at someone 
    Oh, le gasp. You piss me off, I vented at ( Read more... )

So what bothers me the most is that I really don't care.

No no, let me explain. Apathetic tendencies are usually something I welcome with open arms and much joy. For someone who can be read like an open book, and who more often goes by emotion rather than logic, apathy is about the safest option I have. Oh, sure, it pisses people off, but since you ( Read more... )

So Tracey leaves to go back to Canada on the seventh of December.

Knowing me, I should care. But I don't. She wants to piss off and leave her kids before Christmas ? More power to her. She wants to go to another country and live with the guy she can't live without ? More power to her. She wants to make it blatantly look like she doesn't give a fuck ( Read more... )

It's quite amusing, really.

Anyone who knows me knows that I tend to lay claim. I'm territorial - over people, places, things ... I'm pretty sure I was even territorial over a word once.

So here Dahky sits, perched on the edge of her bed, pitch black with the lights off, having her stomach do the acid reflux thing. The smart thing to would be to ( Read more... )