moanlog – Anonymous moaning

Sometimes I just can't deal with my life when you're not around.

I hate it when you sneeze violently and your chapped lips get cut unintentionally.

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.

never mind the fact that I could have spent that time much more productively

Why do the magazines have to be moved now of all bloody times? They've been there for weeks w/o incident. It's exams week.. why NOW?

always doing everything wrong

i'm not sure why I actually bothered today

I don't like how at the end of a semester, the lecturers give us our exams or final courseworks, then they say “Good luck with the rest of your final year!”. There's something patronising or finalising about it that I just don't like or don't see as appropriate. It's like saying goodbye but in a really lame way. Just don't say anything.

I feel like its one of those days where everyone else is concerned about everyone else but me. Maybe if I rot away here I won't get noticed.

I don't think I've ever felt so alone.