moanlog – Anonymous moaning

I keep thinking every text message, every time my phone flashes it's you. Shame I prove myself wrong every time.

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.

You guys are real bastards

See, this is what happens with Summer weather. You leave all the windows open to let the cool breeze come in, and sleep with them open. Then one day you wake up to see it's not even hot or sunny outside, but cold and wet and you wake up sneezing like a crackwhore :((

I love being a woman but sometimes when my mother puts the most ridiculous restrictions on me [can't go out late, can't meet boys alone, can't dress inappropriately], I hate being a woman especially with so many aspirations of freedom in my head.

I hate you. You're a waste of space, oxygen, and life. And I swear down, if you carry on playing your fucking awful music at 11:30pm, stopping me from sleeping so much that eventually I give up and come on this because I can't even hear myself think, I will do myself, society, and the gene pool in general a HUGE favour, and fucking kill you.
You get pissed on one can of beer, and think that it gives you the excuse to do stupid stuff when your parents are not at home.
Well FUCK YOU, and I hope you trip over your CD player, fall out your window, onto a very large rusty metal spike.
Goodnight, asshole.

Middle lane drivers need to pull over when I'm up their arse!!!

fuck you BARNEY & co!!! fuck you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Really, it's fine that you don't invite me to your 18th.
It's not like I thought we were good friends. Not like I was speaking to you about the summer pre-18th party you were gonna have on msn the other day. Not like we always have fun together when we're totally pissed. Oh wait.

Maybe you just forgot to send me the facebook invite?
Then again, you managed to remember 68 OTHER PEOPLE.

Thanks, a lot. I'll remember to not get you a present, or invite you to mine.

I used to respect you so much and just like that it's gone in a flash. Your true colours have been shown and you are an ugly person inside and out. I wish I saw through that earlier. No one will want to be close to you ever.