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As much as I shouldn't be, I am :: depressed.
Like about 1/2 the posts on this bored, they're about me and my problems. Why everything is so great for others and terrible for myself, a nasty little loop and sterotype to get into.
I've just had an interesting conversation where this, that and the next thing was moaned at, accused of and such like. I, as usual, got the blame and brunt of it.
God, girls are so flippin' complicated. You say nothing, you take what they say and you are a pushover. You fancy one and get jealous because theres someone else and you tell noone. Thank God for the fact I've got 5 friends who all just like to muck about; so simple. No secrets, no gossip or bitchiness, just having a laugh.
But oh no. I had death wished upon me today. Can you believe that! And it boiled down to me doing essentially nothing. I hate girls. I really do sometimes. So bloody complicated, they be.
And now I'm jealous when I blatently shouldn't be .. though I can't control that. And I'm always second to someone else, a depressing but truw fact.
And I thought life was good. I trust noone but myself, and even then, I sometimes doubt. Why is it the only people I can truly trust lie within a domain of phone lines and taglines? Another depressing (but true) thought.
Me? Cry? Sometimes I want to. But I don't. It all stays with me. Always will....
Damn...
Like about 1/2 the posts on this bored, they're about me and my problems. Why everything is so great for others and terrible for myself, a nasty little loop and sterotype to get into.
I've just had an interesting conversation where this, that and the next thing was moaned at, accused of and such like. I, as usual, got the blame and brunt of it.
God, girls are so flippin' complicated. You say nothing, you take what they say and you are a pushover. You fancy one and get jealous because theres someone else and you tell noone. Thank God for the fact I've got 5 friends who all just like to muck about; so simple. No secrets, no gossip or bitchiness, just having a laugh.
But oh no. I had death wished upon me today. Can you believe that! And it boiled down to me doing essentially nothing. I hate girls. I really do sometimes. So bloody complicated, they be.
And now I'm jealous when I blatently shouldn't be .. though I can't control that. And I'm always second to someone else, a depressing but truw fact.
And I thought life was good. I trust noone but myself, and even then, I sometimes doubt. Why is it the only people I can truly trust lie within a domain of phone lines and taglines? Another depressing (but true) thought.
Me? Cry? Sometimes I want to. But I don't. It all stays with me. Always will....
Damn...
phuzzy wrote:
> And I thought life was good. I trust noone but myself, and even then,
> I sometimes doubt. Why is it the only people I can truly trust lie
> within a domain of phone lines and taglines? Another depressing (but
> true) thought.
You don't need to read what I write seeing as I'm a girl.. but.
Why is it that you don't trust anyone else, other than people on the net?
I feel like that now, and I just bring it all down to my past and not going out as much as I used to. God knows how that works.
And just cry. Go into your bathroom, run a tap and cry. Or just sit there now and cry. Sometimes, pouring yours eyes out can really help, not make your problems go away, but make you feel a little better. Like you've gotten rid of something, at least.
> And I thought life was good. I trust noone but myself, and even then,
> I sometimes doubt. Why is it the only people I can truly trust lie
> within a domain of phone lines and taglines? Another depressing (but
> true) thought.
You don't need to read what I write seeing as I'm a girl.. but.
Why is it that you don't trust anyone else, other than people on the net?
I feel like that now, and I just bring it all down to my past and not going out as much as I used to. God knows how that works.
And just cry. Go into your bathroom, run a tap and cry. Or just sit there now and cry. Sometimes, pouring yours eyes out can really help, not make your problems go away, but make you feel a little better. Like you've gotten rid of something, at least.
As much as I shouldn't be, I am :: depressed.
Like about 1/2 the posts on this bored, they're about me and my problems. Why everything is so great for others and terrible for myself, a nasty little loop and sterotype to get into.
I've just had an interesting conversation where this, that and the next thing was moaned at, accused of and such like. I, as usual, got the blame and brunt of it.
God, girls are so flippin' complicated. You say nothing, you take what they say and you are a pushover. You fancy one and get jealous because theres someone else and you tell noone. Thank God for the fact I've got 5 friends who all just like to muck about; so simple. No secrets, no gossip or bitchiness, just having a laugh.
But oh no. I had death wished upon me today. Can you believe that! And it boiled down to me doing essentially nothing. I hate girls. I really do sometimes. So bloody complicated, they be.
And now I'm jealous when I blatently shouldn't be .. though I can't control that. And I'm always second to someone else, a depressing but truw fact.
And I thought life was good. I trust noone but myself, and even then, I sometimes doubt. Why is it the only people I can truly trust lie within a domain of phone lines and taglines? Another depressing (but true) thought.
Me? Cry? Sometimes I want to. But I don't. It all stays with me. Always will....
Damn...
Like about 1/2 the posts on this bored, they're about me and my problems. Why everything is so great for others and terrible for myself, a nasty little loop and sterotype to get into.
I've just had an interesting conversation where this, that and the next thing was moaned at, accused of and such like. I, as usual, got the blame and brunt of it.
God, girls are so flippin' complicated. You say nothing, you take what they say and you are a pushover. You fancy one and get jealous because theres someone else and you tell noone. Thank God for the fact I've got 5 friends who all just like to muck about; so simple. No secrets, no gossip or bitchiness, just having a laugh.
But oh no. I had death wished upon me today. Can you believe that! And it boiled down to me doing essentially nothing. I hate girls. I really do sometimes. So bloody complicated, they be.
And now I'm jealous when I blatently shouldn't be .. though I can't control that. And I'm always second to someone else, a depressing but truw fact.
And I thought life was good. I trust noone but myself, and even then, I sometimes doubt. Why is it the only people I can truly trust lie within a domain of phone lines and taglines? Another depressing (but true) thought.
Me? Cry? Sometimes I want to. But I don't. It all stays with me. Always will....
Damn...