looooove being end of the list looooooove it
Browsing Moans 221–240
I wonder what it's like to have your wildest dreams come true.
Sooo, the reason for the separation is you spend every night in the newly built 5k garage, with the fancy as fuck bmw out front that you rarely drive and then only to pose in, while me and your four year old daughter sit in the house with all my pitifully low wages spent on bills and her Christmas things. But when I ask you to take us to somewhere cheap like a park to actually do anything with us as a family you end up spitting nails because of the miles it'll put on the car and the cost of the fuel. However today was the last straw because you haven't paid the mortgage. You useless fucking prick. Yes I called you thick and boring. Any dumb bastard that can't make hs finances work when he brings home £665 a WEEK , AFTER tax and the mortgage is only £340 a month! IS DUMB.
I never used to be attractive. Now that I am, I always promised myself I wouldn't turn into one of those good looking assholes who make criticisms about others appearances or who think they're better than people who aren't as 'cool'.
But look at me, and look at what I've become without realising. Things need to change. Tonight made me realise that.
If you read this, I'm so, so sorry for what I said, but there's no way I can take that back. No way at all. You deserved everything that was thrown at you apart from that one comment. I don't want you to forgive me. I just want you to know I'm sorry. The thing is, I can never say it.
I just wish that I never met you. I wish that we didn't have conversations every day for years and years. I wish that all of that good stuff didn't happen, because if that didn't happen, this shit wouldn't be happening now. I love you as a friend, and now that's slipping slowly away as a result of other people. And I hate the fact that right now I'm losing you as a friend because we were both so deserving of that friendship.
thought I was doing you a fucking favour when I put in my email signature that I will be leaving your shit ass firm. your loss, your total loss. idiots.
you psycho, psycho bitch
how much i wish i was even close to being worthy of one such as you. the worst part is knowing the only thing holding me back is me. you're amazing and i know you'll find "him", you deserve him anyway and i'm crazy about you just the same. i won't even be some sad stalker, i'm resigned to losing you when i never had you. x my darling x
why can't you just let me leave? you can do this on your own. for someone who wants to set up their own place you sure have no idea how to look after a very very small department. you have no confidence and people will walk al over you, if they haven't done already. YOU need to sort yourself out. I would have thought that you'd understand my requirement to leave asap, but you've let me down more than anyone else could have. friend my ass
Just because I don't do things your "traditional" way doesn't make me less of a person. I don't want to rush things like you did, I know for a fact that that isn't a real smile. Ham it up all you want, I don't believe you when you say you're happy. I'm happy, let me get on with it.
anyone who got JT tickets can go fuck themselves and then die!
fuck you BARNEY & co!!! fuck you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
fuck you and your memory
how can i expect someone to love me when i don't love myself?
Empty words. Actions spoke louder than what you said
i want to slap your face
you're a fucking problem i hate you
What can you do when your own Manager is the problem? Rude, snapping, biased and absolutely no one to call her on it but SHE can do anything to me? I don't know how much more I can take.
Stop complaining. Stop blaming everyone else for the shitty things in your life. Stop being such a hateful angry cunt all the time. But most of all, get out of my house. I didn't ask to be responsible for you.
Fuck ever trying to organise any more social fucking events ever again for you bunch of ungrateful lazy bitches. I just LOVE the fact I'm the one who's been roped into organising you bullshit hens do, where we all know you'll fucking sulk and backstab me for not giving you want while at the same time not giving me a fucking clue about what you actually want. And then posting suck up messages on FB to your best friend who is the same bitch who stuck me with this, going on about what a GREAT fucking time you had at the do she organised for you. You are both two faced shores and shitty shitty people.