moanlog – Anonymous moaning

People that run late consistently get on my fucking nerves. I mean yes, people get used to the fact that your time-keeping is abysmal & just assume you'll be half hour late or start giving you a time to meet half hour earlier, but why is this acceptable. Unacceptable. Unless you've been shot in the leg or had one of those Jack Bauer days, buy a fucking watch & use it.

i honestly don't think men understand what it's like to be constantly judged for your looks.

I fucking hate history. Which is why i'm not overly glad my BITCH of a "teacher" gave us this to do in a week. ONE WEEK to write this essay.
With no guidelines. Not having been shown how to set one out, I have no idea where to start.
And now, after spending 6 days developing a very, very loose plan, I have to write it and give it in tomorrow. That might be possible if I didn't need to sleep, eat, or go to my other lessons.
But I do, I do, and I do.
Fuck My Life.

This Liberian has literally walked past me 6 times in the last 3 minutes. I don't think anyone has sneaked in, I don't think any Student is masturbating in the corner, I don't think anything has changed that much since you last checked.

i hate when i tring to see somthing and 5 suckers teling me how did learn english

TWITTER YOU BITCH, WORK!
And if you're over capacity, then INCREASE YOUR FUCKING CAPACITY.

If you're running a competition as part of a survey, don't ask for my life story and all my personal details - all you need is contact information, a name and email/telephone number for example.

I just filled out a survey for a BFI IMAX in which a competition for 2 IMAX tickets were up for grabs. The moment it asked for an address I closed it.

I'm happy to tell you my experiences I had in your cinema, but don't take the piss.

Considering you admitted you loved and cared for me you sure have showed no signs of it since what you did. How could you be so heartless?

What you did was wrong. I know that you know that, and I know you admit it to yourself. Guess we can't always have our cake and eat it, can we. I've moved on from the whole situation now, but I feel like I need to get out the last bit of bitterness that's living within me.
The worst part for me was that you lied to my face. You came into my room, looked me in the eye, and lied to me. And I believed you, because I respected you, not believing you would do something like that.
I don't think you fully appreciate what you did to the family, either. Mum couldn't cope. The time after you left was one of the hardest of my life, watching my own mother break down every day. Not letting myself feel the emotions that were ready to explode inside of me, because I had to stay strong for mum and my brother. I don't know what would have happened if I wasn't there.

I don't need to say anymore, because I know you're still living with the guilt of it all while we, for the best part, have been able to put it behind us and move on to a better stage of our life.

You know when you give someone the benefit of the doubt and only see the best in them despite their flaws and then they let you down time and time again and you just think. Fuck this shit. I don't deserve this anymore. Go screw with someone else