back to this place...
Angstyanyway, as you might have guessed from the title, I'm back to a state of feeling sorry for myself. I know it's foolish and futile to mope about shit like this, but I can't help but feel like the universe is fucking with me. every time a door seems to open for me, it seems to close right on my face if I get too close to it. It this some Karma from a past life of being a Nazi? Do I have only myself to blame. I could buck up and take solace in the mantra I keep repeating over and over to myself "Things will get better, they have to, I deserve it" but damn if the universe isn't taking it's sweet time giving me a fucking break. I mean GODDAMN! Cut me a little fucking slack! Why does everything I try to do have to be a fucking brick wall?
Why does it feel like the only happiness I get is when I'm with other people, through substances, when listening to music, or when I'm acting or writing? Why can I be happy just being me? Goddamn...my head hurts...rant over...
Devious Comments
Let's feel sorry for ourselves until we get enough undeserved sympathy.
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Come to my page! Take a look at my poetry! Shed a tear if you are so moved, give a chuckle if that's how you feel, recoil in horror, or lower your eyelids in indifference and declare "this guy sucks!" But implore you, FEEL SOMETHING! </:}
Did you know that, when I'm fifty something, thanks to global warming my hometown will be submerged in water?
Oh god don't ask me what I'm going on about. >< it's all a massive, throbbing bundle of stupidness mashed up in my head right now.
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