| Current mood: |  pissed off |
| Current music: | ringing of IMs |
ARGH and BLAH and MOTHERFXCKER
La-la-la. Wistful thinking. Lots of wishes. Missing people like crazy, but that's still not going to help what's coming up...Going off on a rant now...
You, you, you. It's always about you. It's your problems, your unhappiness that needs to be dealt with, your complicity, your work, your family issue. You! You! YOU! Damnit. Shut up and stop whining already! Realize that there is a world outside your unhappiness. Realize that your problems are superficial. Realize that I just might not give a damn about you. Your overanalyzed regurgiated babble is trite and jaded, and it makes it quite apparent to the world, that you have no true dilemmas in your life, aside from the fact that you lack a life and feel a need to create a fantasy world. We all know it's just a ploy to try and make us pity you. It's cheap, and it's very demeaning to yourself. Just stop. It's embarrassing. You pour your pain out to the rest of the world, thinking the rest of the world gives a rat's ass when you complain about your new imaginary problem. Well, you know what? Shut up. You were right when you said no one cares. No one does. You're among the worst scum of the Earth, you use people, and spit them out, and later on, come at them with a smile on your face, and a song in your heart, expecting people to just welcome you back with open arms. Well, you know what? To hell with you. You deserve every moment of unhappiness that's inflicted on you because it's only properly, since you saw fit to inflict so much pain in the past.
Karma. Ain't that a bitch. Rant, rant, rant. Bitch, bitch, bitch.
Screw you guys, I'm going to bed. <33 toodles
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