Why is it that once something starts going good for me, once I have some degree of happiness... it has to blow up in my fucking face? Always?!
Yesterday was fucking terrible... and it came out of nowhere.
And, might I add, it's apparently all my fault.
No, really.
By the very nature of enjoying this so much, just for the sheer fact that I have been clinging to this like nothing else in years- I have destroyed my own happiness, because you fucking assholes can't keep sand out of your vagina...
WHY CAN'T I JUST BE HAPPY?
I'm seriously considering deleting all of my other ("main") blogs/social networking pages (entirely- no backups) and changing all of my IM names.
And not adding ANYONE to ANY OF THEM.
I really do hate all of you for existing.
Please stop.
The Copy Editor Applicont
14 years ago
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