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Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: May 27th, '15, 01:35
by Ziaheart
I'm sick of all this.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: May 28th, '15, 11:21
by jacobgrey
DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST BOOK THE DAY OFF AFTER I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO BOOK IN FOR A DOCTORS APPOINTMENT
I swear to god you are so lucky that I was able to get the time off anyway or there would be a grievance about this
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Jun 13th, '15, 09:05
by mercu
it's like you can't decide whether im an adorable 5 year old or a rebellious teenager and its both immediately grating and annoying.
also, im not dürer, but if youre just gonna call them squiggles, no, fuck you, im not showing you my paintings.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Jun 21st, '15, 13:04
by moonlight_sonata
I'm tried of being sick all the time. I want to be health doesn't matter I eat health food it always coming back.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Jun 28th, '15, 18:15
by Popodoki
It hurts not being my best friend's best friend.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Jul 3rd, '15, 22:51
by moonlight_sonata
What am I to you ? Cause sometimes I feel like nothing for you. I'm confused =/.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Jul 4th, '15, 01:42
by Moi
You picked up your old nasty habit.
You put me through hell, you put everyone through hell.
Then you stopped it and I was so happy to have a peaceful, happy life again.
But now you sneak around and constantly lie to me.
I can tell you're lying, and yet you still do it anyways.
How can you lie to me like that?
Am I not worth being told the truth?
You act like a complete fucking moron when you do it.
You're rude and hateful and obnoxious.
I hate you when you do it.
Is that the memory of you you want to leave behind if you leave?
You know, you're not the only one hurting, but that doesn't mean you should be self-indulgent.
You constantly tell me how you hate it and you promise you won't do it and then YOU DO IT.
You make me so fucking angry and anxious and depressed always.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Jul 5th, '15, 10:36
by mercu
i am stressed.
i am so fucking stressed and terrified of failure.
i can't even have fun anymore, because all i can think about is how i can't finish this stupid fucking thesis but also how i can't fail and how i have to do it Really Fucking Good because this is an Important Thing. everyone keeps saying that it is. that i MUST finish it, because this is an Important Thing and that i will regret it if i don't. and maybe they don't mean it, maybe they don't, but i feel like this is more important than my health, than my well being, so i should just grit my fucking teeth and bear it, and do it, no matter how i feel and how fucking stressed i am.
i want to scream, or throw up, or throw myself out the window, or run away to fucking sweden, and mostly i just want to be done with it, but IT IS FUCKING HARD and i still have so much work to do and not even 3 months now to finish it.
ugh.
i don't want to get up because getting up means it's another day i'll need to work on this fucking thing. and i don't want to go to sleep because sleeping means as soon as i wake up i'll have to get up and work on the thesis.
is this what adult life looks like? if it is i don't fucking want it. i don't get why anyone would fucking want it.
please tell me if it is because if it is i might just as well say goodbye and kill myself because a life that's just anxiety that makes me unable to either work or have any fucking fun and the panic and hopeless anger that follow is not a life worth living.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Jul 5th, '15, 20:30
by Errisa
I'm so tired of hearing the same things. Just look pretty and smile and you can get a rich husband. You just need to have kids- that's all you are there for! You're worthless if you get darker, you're worthless if you get fatter, your worthless if you can cook. I wish I wasn't in this culture- I wish I could change it.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Jul 11th, '15, 22:35
by itsu-datte
Nothing is worth it anymore.
I have many reasons to be happy, though I am anything but.
I don't know what to do with myself.