i’m not particularly pleased right now.
i just got home from not exactly a fun-filled day but ok nontheless. hey i got a massage. but it sucked going home onwards. and i can’t really pick what exactly to blame.
in fact on the way back i was informed i’ve gotta do up a powerpoint presentation and present it tomorrow. apparently, the group has discussed the points so that’s what they left for me to do. now i don’t see this task as rocket science nor the least bit tedious. even though i’ve been left to do the most work, so to speak - well when you compare this task to 4 people thinking of 170 words’ worth of points to present, it’s a lot. but i’m not gonna dwell on this ratio, coz i ain’t petty. but i am insulted somehow. i just feel that way. i don’t know why i bother with these infantile people sometimes.
and why does this always happen to me: waiting all afternoon for anyone to come online to say hey, let’s delegate work now. only to receive an sms or a call about it when i’m already freakin outside trying to have fun for a change. bitches. i have other projects too but i didn’t forget about this one, did i? news freaking flash: everyone have other things to do.
ok and why do people keep sending me the stuff they’ve completed when i’m not the one compiling the damn thing. or when no compiling is supposed to be done in the first place. fuck is flooding one’s mailbox with useless files the new way of being utterly stupid? do irritating people need to be irritating all the time?
i don’t make friends with old friends. don’t flatter yourselves. those things are trivial next to everything else.
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“somebody sincere would do,” he says.
coz when you try to protect yourself, you get more hurt. when you try to keep it inside, you realise nobody cares anyway. you selfish apathetic bastards.
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i love the people i hate. fate can’t be more cruel, if all of them hate me too.
coz lamenting ”i can never have that” too many times about too ordinary things simply gets to you.
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why is the fucking food inside my faltering mess of a body. shit.
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and for the millionth time, WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY FUCKING HAPPY PILLS?
at least give me a punching bag.
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SHUT UP SHUT UP
SHUT UP SHUT UP
SHUT UP SHUT UP
SHUT UP SHUT UP
SHUT UP SHUT UP
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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if you don’t care at least leave me alone. don’t treat me like i’m not important, only to make yourself feel better. don’t show me your butt ugly face which looks as though it’s never ever seen the light of day. most certainly, don’t mock or judge me when you’re just a contemptible dog.
