moanlog – Anonymous moaning

don't try to screw me over, bitch. you won't know what hit you.

Maybe ask me what I'm doing, before deciding that I'm going over to your friends for fish and chips! Just because I dont go out that often, doesnt mean I dont have a life! You treat your daughter, my sister, more like an adult than me, even though I'm the one with the full time job, working my arse off, while you give her money to go out partying every night.

Talk to me when you have your priorities in check.

....and ambition is a burden you shall carry till your death my friend.

FUCK
fuck fuck fuck
I've screwed this up and I know it's my fault, you were bound to move on, I should have said what I wanted to say back along but now it's too late. I'd look like a complete selfish twat if I did it now and ruined her chance to be happy and yours ERGH

is it that difficult to listen to the teacher when she clearly explained to NOT PUT YOUR SOLUTION FILLED PIPPET INTO THE HOT WATER BASIN. well if your not capable of listening prehaps you shouldnt be taking this course as you will know that doing that might effect the results, wait no EVERYONES result. i think it will be more effective if you go back to playgroup where you mind capability will probably match that of a youngster.

I do not enjoy being woken or waking up before my already early-as-fuck morning alarm.

You look haggered, all that make up just to make you look decent

Oh, well, lots of sexy babies at the Galles in Milan. Hope to get some... ;)) So tired of being alone!

It occurs to me now that I have been an addict since middle school, using drugs to numb the anguish from a perceived lifetime streak of inferiority. Along the way, there were friends and lovers in a degerating sequence of interest. Today, I see that everyone is gone and I am alone. Perhaps moving alone across the country and severing all ties to home at age 18 wasn't an idea rife with particularly adept foresight.

Today, I hide in the library and cry about long-gone ex-girlfriends, about the emotional reaction I experience when seeing others, about the dearth of social energy, about the regret of talent squandered and chances wasted.

Everyday I see others whose adversities are unavoidably conspicuous -- I feel a dull charge that I cannot help them in some way, though I feel an acute shock of guilt that I cannot get past my own self-induced issues and appreciate my able body and (once) clear mind.

Now, I see that I am sapping resources from a world that have an opportunity cost far greater than the return I could ever generate from them. The world would be economically better-off if someone else were breathing this air instead of me. The world would be economically better-off if someone else were absorbing the sunshine.

Today is perhaps the most hollow I have felt in my short life. I am glad this space exists for me to express this sentiment, because I certainly don't think that I should approach others with these concerns. If there is one thing I have learned as a young-adult, it's that there is no solace to be found in others -- they just want you to stop talking. And so, I shall.

How can you call yourself an indian if you don't like spices?! Gtfo