Hmm, where shall I begin, where shall I begin!
Maybe I think too much like certain other people. I probably do. I have an answer to everything but none of them are good. Yes, indeed, they're all bad. "Get a job, GJ." I can't get a job, I don't have a car or a drivers license. "Get a license." I can't get a license. I don't have a GED. "Get a GED." I can't get a GED if nobody takes me to get one.
I'm so. very. fucked. Please god, save me! Ahem.
Also, angst is not fun. I am tired of stupid fucks who think I complain for attention and not out of any genuine pain. Of course I want attention. Everyone in pain wants and needs attention. It is human. There is a difference between being an attention whore and being lonely. I have never said a single sad word as anything but a cry for help, to let people know I'm not feeling as I should and that I need support.
Also, I'm a bitter cunt, I realized. I get bitter over seeing other people happy. It's not fun because on top of the involuntary, sad, bitter response I feel bad for just the emotion! Argh. It's like being in a merry-go-round. Made of shit.
I also rarely say cunt but this is appropriate somehow. It fits. And I have nothing against vaginas. I own one(Fully licensed!).
It says hello.
