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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:35 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:38 am
You know what? I think I'll try to fill up an entire page of the Can with self-pitying, whining comments.
Nobody loves me, and life sucks. It's too hard. Life should be easy. It sucks even more than nobody wants to talk to me.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:40 am
Not only that, but nobody ever wants to donate Gaia gold to me. I have never been able to figure out why. Do people really hate me? I wish they would support me in my quest.
But then again, I don't actually have a quest. I don't have any aim. I don't have any goal. It's too hard to work towards something, I'd rather not. There's no point to life anyway.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:41 am
And then the other day, somebody was mean to me. I wonder if he hates me? Well, that's not a surprise. Everybody hates me. Everyone thinks I'm a dork, and I dress funny.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:42 am
I've been trying to lose weight, but I can't. I guess I will always be fat and a loser. Do you know what it means to be overweight? It means that you are a failure with no self-control.
I am a failure with no self-control.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:43 am
That's not the only thing that sucks about being overweight. You don't ever fit into any clothes. Nothing they make fits you, which makes you feel like you don't fit in... anywhere.
I hate everyone for not accepting me the way I am.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:44 am
See, nobody wants to talk to me still, even when I'm here pitifully wallowing in my pitifully pitiful self-pity. Is it because I'm too pitiful? Or am I just boring. I think I'm both. Whatever I say never interests anyone, so nobody wants to talk to me... ever. Woe is me. I am unloved.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:46 am
This silence I am faced with makes me think.
It is so desolate and cold. That's how silence makes me feel. It's interaction with human beings that makes us feel like humans.
Here, the icy fingers of death are wrapping around me, sucking the life-force out of me, numbing my body and my mind. There is nothing to think about. Nothing to feel in this chilling silence.
The only thing one can ponder in this frigid air is death itself.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:48 am
Death is an embrace, freeing you from the bonds of this pathetic universe. No more will people chain me to the earth. I will fly free.
Free! Free from expectations and aspirations! Unshackled and unfettered now. I am unstoppable in death.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:49 am
The other day I watched a movie, "The Brave One", which just came out around here. It really sucked. Life is really unfair. Why couldn't it have been good? I just wasted my money. I think the whole world is conspiring against me to make me waste my money on crappy stuff. Everyone is out to get me.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:51 am
I really need to go the the toilet. How unfair is that? I don't want to walk all the way to the toilet. The toilet just wants to make me work for it, which isn't fair at all. It should come to me so I don't have to get up.
Life is unfair that way, I guess I had better get used to it. I need to work for something as foolish as making my bladder feel good.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:52 am
Why was I born a woman?
It is unfair. I don't want to be a woman. I want to be a man.
Free from weird perverted old men.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:53 am
I don't have a boyfriend. I have never had a boyfriend. I think all the boys out there really hate me, because I am fat and unloved, and I don't like peeing.
What is love? Do I really need love? Love is nothing but... er...
I dunno lol
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:55 am
Recently I had my hair cut. Now I have this crappy hairdo that looks so crappy that it's crap. It makes me want to cry when I look in the mirror, because I am so hideous.
I hate mirrors because they are a reflection of myself. When I look in the mirror I see nothing but a horrible failure who will never get anything done. Something detestable, that everybody hates. Something not worth loving. Something found at the bottom of a shoe.
I will spraypaint all the mirrors in the world... black. They can reflect, accurately, the darkness in my heart... hu hu hu...
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:56 am
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