I swear to god I will kill him. It's only a matter of time. The reason nothing works on your machine is because you never fucking let me near it. Everytime I try you say you're too busy, then you take it away and home. I wouldn't care but the problem gets worse, you blame me to the M.D., I get reprimanded, try to fix the machine and you tell me you're too busy!
I swear to fucking god your time is coming to an end.
how many times do i need to say it? if it's not urgent, don't fucking call me at work! send a text!
Why do I have to put up with stinking cigarette smoke in my face all the time in the street? And meat cooking on stands in the street? And petrol fumes? Get out of my face. I wish it was OK to wear face masks in the UK like they do in Japan. Toxic wankers.
He's away for a week and has three more weeks of exam. Then you realise you have a friend in me. As soon as the three weeks are up its goodbye friend again. Don't use me as your second boyfriend. And don't come to me when he's away, I am no ones replacement.
fuck fuck fuck fuck i've fucked up now
When you worked with someone on a regular basis that not only can't spell your name properly, but spell it differently at all times, just makes you wonder how much you actually mean to them and their company.
I'll be driving in my Ferrari whilst I see you still peddling on that bike of yours
How does one make amends with oneself? How does one make the insufferable sadness undone? How does one escape eternal darkness?
There was a time where I would lend my advice to others on these sort of things. But these days, I simply do not know anymore.
Is it really too much to ask for someone who loves me for me.
"My stationary isn't working in outlook"
Wah wah wah. Speak to someone who gives a shit. I'm trying to work on a fucking internal systems document. Leave me be.
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