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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 1:44 pm
Why can't things EVER go my way?
I'm crying because of the same thing
that happened three years ago.
I'm so sick of this.
I was so happy and excited,
and then it turns out to become a disaster,
and I can't stop crying now.
Why can't I ever be happy?
Why can't something I want to happen ever happen?
Why does everything always turn out exactly
the opposite way that I want it?
I don't want to go through this all over again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 8:32 pm
Second_Crimson Why do all of my friends have to be hotter than me? Everytime a cute boy comes into the restaurant, they check me out, until they see Josh or Tom or Barresi. Then they're all over them and NOT ME. I know I'm not hot, but I'm not hideous either. Could someone please flirt with me!?!? I just need a little ego boost. Hey there, handsome. ^_~
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 9:41 pm
******** you girl parts. Why couldn't I be born a guy. I'm tired of you not working and causing me pain once a month. Why can't I take birth control pills? Damn blood clots and strokes and heart attacks. I have enough heart problems thank you.
*rolls around in pain* Horrible horrible girl time of the month b***h stupid pain. Go to hell.
TT __ TT ******** hormones.
*emos*
I'm tired of randomly wanting to burst out into tears at inappropriate times and when I have TIME to cry I don't FEEL like it. Dammit dammit dammit dammit.
AND YOU. LET ME GET FRIENDS. LET ME BE NORMAL. STOP BEING SOOOOOOOOOOOOO OLD FASHION. LET ME OUT OF THE DAMN HOUSE PAST SEVEN IN THE AFTERNOON.
No advice thanks.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 8:53 pm
= 3 = I seriously want to scream. I'm sick of this.... I wish I could just get the hell out of here. I wish I could be done with school, get my ******** job and get the ******** out of here. I need my space. I can't take this. So what if I want to live a life alone. So what if I find comfort in chatting with my friends online. Guess what, I'm not all that nice. Sorry to hand it to you but I'm not. I'm not an angel, I have my faults. No one is perfect. PLEASE stop telling me I'm a brat, an a*****e, a jerk, a smart a**. I know all this s**t all ready, why do you constantly have to tell me that when I snap at you for hanging over my shoulder everywhere I go? Let me ******** grow ******** this writers block. I NEED to write something before I go insane. I keep staring at my shitty stories and NOTHING is coming to mind. Its INCREDIBLY annoying.
Shitty hormones.
Oh yeah, and ******** you exboyfriend.
-no advice needed hugs welcomed-
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 3:24 am
Hey, ex-boyfriend:
FUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUU.
You have treated me like s**t for six months. SIX GODDAMN MONTHS. I don't care if you didn't mean to, or didn't think you'd hurt me, or some goddamn stupid s**t like that. I can say this now because I don't think I'll ever recant:
I HATE YOU.
Now leave me the ******** alone before I really DO beat you up, you chauvinistic ********.
No advice, plx.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 1:51 pm
You were not lied to. The teacher doesn't have a grudge against you. You showed up for a rehearsal when there wasn't one because you didn't stay for all of the LAST rehearsal because you thought a four-hour rehearsal would end in two. You missed the notes at the end of the rehearsal, and so didn't figure out that there wasn't a rehearsal on Saturday, just a technical meeting. So you figured you'd stay for the technical meeting...
and didn't do a goddamn thing to help.
And even if there had been a rehearsal, you would have been late for it because you got there at 12. Not 10, the time it actually began. Not 11, the time she told everyone it would be at first. 12. You were an hour late because you don't have enough interest in this play that you happen to be in to actually find out when there is and is not a rehearsal or maybe come to a technical meeting just to help out.
This is theatre. Either commit or get your s**t and leave.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 6:35 pm
1. Stop complaining all the ******** time about how you're the only one who ever does anything around the house. You obviously don't do everything. Who does 90% of the yard work? Not you. Who vacuums half the time? Not you. Shut the ******** up and quit being passive aggressive about this s**t, especially since you're the one who wants all of this done, and the other people who live in the house don't really care.
2. No. You don't do that. I don't care if you don't like her. You're a ******** teacher. You're the one who is supposed to set a ******** example for the students (because students are all so immature and stupid and have no work ethic), and how do you think telling someone who has to ******** pay to be in your musical that you don't even want to hear her voice shows us "immature students" how to act when we are working in professional environments? Sure, it's not a musical on Broadway, but this is still a professional environment. I don't ******** care if you're trying to "show us what it's like int eh real world" or if you're just "brutally honest because that's how things are in the real world." That's no ******** excuse to be a complete c**t to someone who volunteered to be in your show and has to deal with you stopping the actors every five ******** minutes to change something, and yelling at the tech crew to do s**t faster, even though yelling at us is not helping us to bring down a set piece faster. It just stresses everyone out and makes the rehearsal shitty. By the by, threatening to fine the actors five dollars every time they walk between the house and the barn isn't going to stop them if they're forgetful.
[no advice]
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 6:58 pm
*headdesk* x 100354234234
No advice thanks.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 9:37 pm
This is my story... 
A rant thread, huh?
I like the sound of it.
I guess I should get a few things off my chest then.
One, ******** Economics. I hate this goddamn project that's worth a a ******** semester's worth of points. It' has no point, it's just keep us from studying on the classes we really need to pass on before our three weeks are ******** up.
Two, ******** Algebra II. I don't do math. I am an English and History wiz. I don't do ******** 1 + 1 bullshit and I never will. Your making me take this class is just way for you to ******** grab me and try to hold me down from graduating. Let me ******** be and kiss my a**.
Three, ******** the media. Why? Because it's full of s**t. Thin is in. ******** that s**t to ******** hell. Who said you have to be a size two to be beautiful? Marilyn Monroe was a ******** size 12 and was thought to be one of the prettiest bitches alive. Now I have to be a size two to be beautiful? Sorry, but I like being a ******** ten/eleven borderline. I like having a figure, I like eating! Sure, I don't want to be obese which is why I'll stop eating at times but I'm not going to a ******** size zero either! If it wasn't for the media pushing such bullshit standards, everyone would still think that being HEALTHY is what's sexy, not being a TWIG! I BET IF SOCIETY PICKED UP A ******** BOOK THEY'D REALIZE THAT MORE FEMALES HAVE MENTAL AND PHYSICAL DISORDERS WRONG WITH THEIR BODIES DUE TO TRYING TO LOOK THE STANDARD OF BEAUTY TODAY THAT WHAT THEY EVER HAD TOTAL, EVER! ALL BECAUSE OF WHAT THEY SEE ON TV! PEOPLE CAN NOW GET INTO BEING GREEN BECAUSE OF THE PLANET DYING, SO WHY CAN'T YOU DO SOMTHING ABOUT IT'S INHABITANTS DYING AS WELL?! I ******** WISH WE LIVED IN A WORLD LIKE FINAL FANTASY SEVEN, THAT WAY WE'D ALL GET OUR ASSES KICKED FOR THE BULLSHIT LIVES WE'RE LEADING THAT DON'T MEAN A THING AT ALL. WE NEED A ******** HIGHER POWER TO b***h SLAP EVERYONE INTO SEEING THAT THE MEDIA IS FAKE AND THIS, RIGHT HERE, IS WHAT WE REALLY ARE. I want to live in another time. I want to live where there are smart people who don't conform to such standards. People who shun rap music with it's horrific lyrics and embrace songs about caring for yourself. Get rid of all the sex and drugs. Give life back to us.
No advice please.
Just try to remember rant three.
Start a revolution.
Take back our sanity.
...Too.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 5:50 pm
You need to let me know when you are not coming to rehearsals. IT IS NOT "JUST A PLAY". You knew this when you auditioned. You were reminded when you accepted the role. I remind you all the time.
We open in just over one week. ******** you.
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Second_Crimson Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 7:22 pm
Hokay. So we got pizza and beer and champagne. CHAMPAGNE LIKE YOU WANTED. Because you're leaving for Arizona. And you decide to blow us off to sit at home and sleep? You're leaving FRIDAY. Your friends threw a party with champagne as a way of seeing you off. I cannot get over the fact that something you requested you blew off.
What the ******** is wrong with you Jonathan?
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:12 pm
 「「いつも同じ涙ばかり流し続ける」」
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse...it does. Ah the ******** s**t, you threaten me with saying that I have no idea how you are when you're pissed...WELL NEWS FLASH BUDDY, You've never seen me either.
And trust me, it ain't pretty.
Come tomorrow, Had i been too naive, i would be expecting an apology for your ill manners the night before. But no, I know better. you'll just dust it off like it never happened and everything was brand new.
Happens all the time, doesn't it?
Even if I'm not the one you're pissed off at, I can't stand you.
Heck, it's not even Nick who's the root of all the problem, it's Joan. BUT NO, you extend that further making it all our fault. ******** s**t.
I had nothing to do with it, why bring me into the problem? Is it MY fault you lack proper parenting skills? s**t. You never put yourself in our shoes.
It's always about you, and you complain about the same s**t from Grandpa. ******** s**t, is this what I'm looking forward to? ******** ******** ******** s**t.
No advice please.
「「 失くさなければ気づかないから」」
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 2:47 pm
Dear Shitface:
You are a chauvinistic, narcissistic moron. I can't stand you. If you become a techie next year, I will make your life hell until you quit because we don't need your kind of 'help'. You constantly remind me that I'm unattractive and that I'll probably never get anyone to love me, and I am ******** sick of it. Do us both a favor and stop talking to me before I act on my urge to punch you in the c**k.
And thanks for failing to apologize for hitting me in the head and instead blaming me for getting hit, ********!
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 3:13 pm
Every home should be a democracy. If I'm expected to act like an adult, I demand to be treated like one.
I know I don't pay the bills. I know I don't have a job. However, that's not my fault, now, is it? No one is willing to hire at fourteen or fifteen, and the only places hiring at sixteen are shitty minimum wage jobs. Trust me - if I could earn money, I would.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 4:37 pm
 
I hope you realize that after she moves out, you'll never see her again. You won't have anyone to yell at, insult, or abuse when you're having a bad day. You won't be able to intimidate her like you have been for almost the past twenty years just to make yourself feel better. You won't be able to slide the blame onto the girl who can't fight back for her own rights as a living human being when something that's clearly your fault occurs. You won't be able to humiliate her like you always do, although each time, she could have said something that would easily refute your statement, rendering it useless and making you look as brainless as you really are. You won't be hearing any news of her and her achievements that you would normally brag to other people just to make yourself look better, as you can't do anything in your life right. Most importantly, you won't have this girl you call your "daughter" appear in your life ever again.
I truly hope by then, you'll finally realize why I've never been able to call you my "father."
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