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Re: Dirty Little Secrets...

Posted: Aug 19th, '14, 14:03
by CycloneKira
You're never happy. Why?

Re: Dirty Little Secrets...

Posted: Aug 19th, '14, 19:54
by Kurai Raban
I don't want to do this anymore.

Re: Dirty Little Secrets...

Posted: Aug 19th, '14, 20:27
by Moi

Everyone says I'm strong, but I'm a coward.

Re: Dirty Little Secrets...

Posted: Aug 20th, '14, 00:03
by yyty255
I still can't believe that there was a time when I didn't hate myself.

Re: Dirty Little Secrets...

Posted: Aug 20th, '14, 09:12
by Ziaheart
I know what you're doing. It's pretty obvious.

Re: Dirty Little Secrets...

Posted: Aug 20th, '14, 14:38
by mercu
i don't know how to tell you this but you make me want to kill myself

Re: Dirty Little Secrets...

Posted: Aug 20th, '14, 21:12
by Popodoki
I'm so tired, and I don't even have anything to complain about really! But I still wish that I could stop time and 'skip' life for like a week. I haven't had any official vacation or time off for myself since New Years. My parents had several weeks off, my brother had/has the entire 2 month vacation and I've had nothing but stress and pressure. I desperately need more than 2 days to unwind, because even in those 2 days people will find something to be done. At this rate I'll be burning out before I truly got into a work routine! :c

Re: Dirty Little Secrets...

Posted: Aug 20th, '14, 22:32
by yyty255
I feel like shit for posting in this thread so much.

Re: Dirty Little Secrets...

Posted: Aug 21st, '14, 09:48
by Ziaheart
My body is falling apart. And I refuse to let it fall apart for you and your idiocy.

Re: Dirty Little Secrets...

Posted: Aug 21st, '14, 13:37
by SillyChu
To you:

You want me to make you food when you get home from work. That's fine. But everything I try to make for you, you DON'T want. Eeeh. Also fine. But then, I try to ask you WHAT you want and you give me shit attitude for just not having something ready, regardless of how fucking picky you are. I thought you 'liked all food', or is it just mine that you're suddenly not okay with?

If I make something you're 'not in the mood for(like..ever)', you get mad. If I ask you want it is you want, you get mad. Make up your fucking mind or just deal with what I offer.


To the other you:

I love your son, he's my nephew! He's great. But he's a HANDFUL and I'm starting my next semester of COLLEGE courses next week. I can't watch him for ELEVEN HOURS a day. For FREE. Stop treating me like a permanent solution to your problem, I can only be temporary.