moanlog – Anonymous moaning

birthdays and shit couldn't come at a worse time financially grrrr

I want to tell the whole world to fuck off today

How can you be so thick?! She swindled money out of you, not even behind your back. Seriously you're 45!!

I am in a relationship with an incredibly lovely, funny man, but I fear he's too boring and not physically attractive enough for me. I love him, but I feel like a bitch constantly.

So my University has a Subway, and in this Subway lie the biggest miserable, rudest, greasy, most disgusting pricks I have ever had the misfortune of coming across.

With all respect to dudes in the fast food industry and any man trying to make a living, these pricks take the biscuit.

All they do is make sandwiches, that's it. They're not doing anything else. Where did they get the right to be so stuck up, and obnoxious?

Stick to lining my 6" Hearty Italian with what I say and shut the fuck up.

8 hours later, I put a status saying I had a bunion on my left toe and fuck me if I didn't have the whole of the 'Hun' club come out to say they were "thinking of me", "you alright hun"?, "Love you hun", one even told me that "things do get better, just give it time" etc etc. It is a bunion? Are people so very shallow? (continued)

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.

Look who's lonely now

I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat. I don't need to eat.

Heres an idea: stop arguing.
Because it's doing my fucking head in.
I'm feeling like SHIT already today, and the two of you aren't helping one single fucking little bit. Hell, I'm outside the fucking house and I can hear you.
I'm the kid, I thought I was meant to be the immature one. Apparently, it's the other way around.
So shut the fuck up.