| GOOD RIDDANCE, LOSER. |
[17 Jul 2003|03:45pm] |
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If I die...then oh well. I mean, I took a bunch of pills cos I hate my life. But then you all knew that I hated my life.
After the first envelope got lost in the shitty mail, my grandfather sent another one--Priority Mail, overnight. Did it get here? FUCK NO. I need that letter badly. Without it, I can't go to work.
I hate my life. So, because I hate my life so much I have decided to end it by swallowing a bunch of pills. I can feel them in my throat...or whatever. You know. The usual feeling you get when you swallow pills. I am also supposed to haul a bed into the basement, so maybe I'll tumble down the stairs and break my neck. Then there will be no going back. Obviously.
I hate work, I hate my life and I hate this world. I am so happy that there are people in this world who can be so fucking LAZY and care free and never have to worry about anything. Life must be pretty damn swell. Bitches. I hope you enjoy your lives of nothingness.
Why was I ever born anyway? I am a piece of shit. What have I ever done for anybody? Why must I be cursed with such a horrible life. Oh yeah, I'm a piece of shit. I hate me.
If I manage to survive my stupid overdose (which probably isn't an overdose because I can't do anything right) then I hope someone tracks me down and slits my throat. There is no reason for me to live, unless I become a prostitute. Then I'll probably die anyway because I'll get AIDS or syphilis. Lovely. No, I'd rather die. Then I'll never have to worry about anything again.
Go ahead and e-mail me a bunch of flames or whatever...I'll be dead by the time they get to my inbox, so it won't matter. Must be fun to flame a dead person.
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[17 Jul 2003|04:43pm] |
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Let me be honest here. Yes, I did take a bunch of pills (they're pretty old and I don't even know what they're for, since the label is faded) and whatnot...I still have problems, but I am over it now. I talked to my friend Kitty and I feel a lot better.
I just have to be optimistic! Be optimistic...and I need to use the restroom. I am fine, by the way. I probably won't be in a while, but whatever.
God, I feel pathetic now...kinda like Shorty, always desperate for attention, so I'll talk about suicide and all that. Oh well.
Oh, quick edit. I am mad at myself now. There are people worse off than me and here I am wailing about not having enough money. Christ, I disgust myself sometimes.
Okay, now I'm over it. :D
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