moanlog – Anonymous moaning

The one thing that will make this pain fo away is a hug from you. I can't even ask for that anymore

Tantrums and little madam, anything else you want to call your girlfriend?!

I need this fucking snow to go before December 28th.

Stop talking to me on Facebook like we were best friends once upon a time. I only accepted your friend request because I saw you only had 50 odd friends. I still don't know you, I still don't want to know you, and I still don't want to talk to you. Don't re-message me on my wall as if the last one somehow got lost in the world of the Internet.

The noise from your annoying laptop keyboard when you type is pissing me off. You're not a fucking journalist, harper down shit face.

Wish I wasn't working on a Thursday night. There are better things to do, like putting my head through a food processor, having rabid sex or at the very least, not being here.

Sensodyne toothpaste: Did they miss the meeting in which they discussed how the toothpaste should taste? It literally tastes like nothing, and it smells like unperfumed cream, as in, tastes like shit when you brush your teeth. I guess it's one way to wake up with the shock of shit tasting toothpaste.

What am I to you? Would you even miss me or notice if I wasn't here tomorrow?

Just as when I was little, I wish someone would just say they love me for who I am and they want to spend forever with me. I'm not that awful am I?

this isn't a love triangle, it's a venn diagram of screwed up. you, him, her, me...fucked up.