I'm sorry there never seems to be any good news around here for long does there?
If it even comes.
I'm sick of this.
I'm sick of this whole affair.
I'm sick of people telling me things are fine when they aren't.
I'm sick of people refusing to come straight with me.
I'm sick of people refusing to discuss anything with me and treating me like a fucking child.
I'm sick of people not giving a fuck about my feelings.
I'm just so fucking pissed that I end up caring more all the time.
And I hate it, but I don't hate it as much as I care.
Cause I'm a stupid fuck like that.
Because there's a reason.
A reason that I'm not going to be able to understand or fix.
And no, you aren't so great yourself.
That's why you're still reading this.
Why goddamit why.
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Dreary Bits - Thursday, August 16, 2012 @ 8:18 PM
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Dreary Bits - Thursday, August 16, 2012 @ 8:18 PM
I'm sorry there never seems to be any good news around here for long does there?
If it even comes. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of this whole affair. I'm sick of people telling me things are fine when they aren't. I'm sick of people refusing to come straight with me. I'm sick of people refusing to discuss anything with me and treating me like a fucking child. I'm sick of people not giving a fuck about my feelings. I'm just so fucking pissed that I end up caring more all the time. And I hate it, but I don't hate it as much as I care. Cause I'm a stupid fuck like that. Because there's a reason. A reason that I'm not going to be able to understand or fix. And no, you aren't so great yourself. That's why you're still reading this. Why goddamit why. |
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 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
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