« Last post by killerkissy on May 18, 2012, 01:00:28 AM »
I'm telling you that I'm sick and the mention of anything disgusting or vivid in detail only makes it worse. And your reaction is to grump at me and say, "Fine." WTF? Why do I need to know about your sperm socks and IT being on your face? *insert barf* Is that REALLY more important than my heath?
« Last post by Cxiymma on May 15, 2012, 09:08:53 PM »
It feels like shitty things just keep happening in a queue... with each event just pushing its way forward into my life, holding up middle fingers and continuously taxing my mentality. I'm going insane! It's getting increasingly difficult to deal with everything. Fuck.
I've struggled hard enough trying to cope with my mother's death near the end of February. My company couldn't handle my distress, gave me some bullshit excuse about the economy being bad and laid me off. I get into a god damn car accident, my family's a whole dramatic mess, I'm having trouble finding a new position, my company is still bothering me with requests on how to do the work I used to do for them (seriously? They fired me. Why should I?)
It feels like there's no one who understands the emotions I'm going through. Friends still bitch at me for not pulling my weight when I'm on the courts. There's just no one to talk to about all this.
« Last post by killerkissy on May 11, 2012, 04:57:58 PM »
First of all, i should say that this friend is depressive bipolar. He has meds. He takes them. But he's still so depressed. And he comes to me to tell me everything that's wrong with him, that he's scared of everything, and that everyone hates him. Then when i try to tell him different, he just shoves it back in my face with a dismissal response. Ok. I get it. You ask for my advice, then don't take it. You want to be happy, but don't do anything about it. You think everyone's after you, and completely ignore the fact that I'm there for you. I can see why no one wants to hang with you. You like your depression. Fine, I understand. Just don't drag me down with you. I like my happiness. I like to help people, but you obviously don't want my help. So I'll take the hint and just go.
« Last post by .madeleine on May 10, 2012, 12:50:28 AM »
Feel secure in the fact that the more she writes on your facebook wall the more she looks like a crazy bitch to anyone with half a brain. Dude, that sucks but just ignore it. Although all that being said I'd punch the bitch for you if I ever saw her
« Last post by .madeleine on May 10, 2012, 12:40:03 AM »
I am going to get out of bed tomorrow morning and open my goddamn wii fit that's been sitting there since November and use it!!! I am going to stop feeling sorry for myself, as it the decisions that I have made that landed me where I am and for the last year or two those decisions have been mostly good. I am on the right path I just have some catching up to do. I will paint my ugly little house in the ugly little town that I live in, that happens to be filled with people so stupid they should be studied . I realize I am a woman in a man's world in this god foresaken butt hole of an oil patch. But that's okay, because I'm smarter and prettier than them. I can live without friends. I can make my own Sushi, martinis, hey maybe I'll even buy a blender, tequila sounds really good right now. I might not be a fancy journalist in New York, but I own a house. I don't really have any student loan debt. I had a job but I quit it, cause I hated it. But, now I have some good experience. I have an interview. If I get it I am going to try my best to be happy at it because, I realize now, that I mostly hate all of my jobs. So, it probably isn't the job so much as me because I'm never fucking happy with anything. From now on my life is going to be good because I'm going to make it good. GODDAMMIT IT WILL BE OKAY. I am going to stay positive This wii Yoga better work. Fuck my life.
« Last post by .madeleine on May 09, 2012, 11:56:32 PM »
Good things happen to good people. Work a shitty job, get a good reference. Never lose hope. I strongly believe shitty people will get what's coming to them. Even if you don't see it. And you'll get what's coming to you. And yes you probably do deserve it more.
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. I realize I am a woman in a man's world in this god foresaken butt hole of an oil patch. But that's okay, because I'm smarter and prettier than them. I can live without friends. I can make my own Sushi, martinis, hey maybe I'll even buy a blender, tequila sounds really good right now. I might not be a fancy journalist in New York, but I own a house. I don't really have any student loan debt. I had a job but I quit it, cause I hated it. But, now I have some good experience. I have an interview. If I get it I am going to try my best to be happy at it because, I realize now, that I mostly hate all of my jobs. So, it probably isn't the job so much as me because I'm never fucking happy with anything. From now on my life is going to be good because I'm going to make it good. GODDAMMIT IT WILL BE OKAY. I am going to stay positive 
