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I honestly don't want to live another ten years. At times I feel like my life's been the eternity I need.

Not so much a rant as an observation... but there are few things so amusing as the predictability of jackassery.


M.

A true friend knows your weaknesses but shows you your strengths; feels your fears but fortifies your faith; sees your anxieties but frees your spirit; recognizes your disabilities but emphasizes your possibilities.

Rant!

My Older AND two younger sisters all come to me to rant about their relationships.
they many times complain about how lonely and board they feel and stuff right before ending their relationships and finding new ones where I would love just to have a companion to be with and talk too and spend time with, and it seems to take me forever to find get into just one relationship (I have only been in a couple relationships and I am already in my 30's). they call them selves lonely yet their so damn picky and can and do jump from one to the next like men are a common disposable commodity like a cotex or something. geeze sometimes I hate them (or at least their attitudes about men), I am going to start kicking their butts out the door when they come over!
ARGGGG!

WTF, I haven't done anything wrong, why am I being yelled at?

(And now he's accusing me of being a liar. I will replace his blood-pressure medication with caffeine pills one day, I swear... )

So much for writing as effective method of communication. Why attempt to participate if I cannot formulate a cohesive sentence and make the question clear. Procrastinator. :/

I'm so depressed. I feel so sad. When I look at my son Finnegan I feel sad and when I look at my boyfriend Jack, his father, I feel sad. I feel sad and lazy. And that makes me more sad and more lazy.

I hate rude customers at stores who get mad over nothing. I hate anyone who dares talk to me like I'm scumb. One man cursed at me because I accidentally banged my arm on his van when I walked by because there was hardly any room between the other car and his van. He yelled at me and says "Watch where your f****n going, you f****n moron. Then I walked by again and he says You're a real f****n piece of work. Who is he to judge!! ! If I wasn't on duty, I would have taken my baseball bat out of my trunk and smashed his face in. Everyone has a limit break and someday if someone says something to me that is mean and obnoxious at the wrong time, the wrong place, I will hurt them. After that incident, I went back into the store and was thinking about hurting that man for the last hour of work. My face was so red. I just cannot stand people who get mad over mistakes and are so rude and mean.

I come here to rant about RetroJunk. I hated that place! If I chose to either go back there or an Autism/Asperger's hate site, I will choose the ASD hate site. Retrojunk isn't very aspie-friendly either. There was at least one aspie I actually knew on there.

Okay, so tonight is the new season of a particular 'reality contest show' (which will remain nameless; I'm sure you all know which one it is) that I cannot particularly care about.

I mean, really? What is so entertaining about shows like this? Everywhere I go, I hear something about it, and it makes me so upset! I even posted a negative comment in a devoted thread on another board I go on to. I'm the only one in my entire family who dislikes this show, and I just hate being surrounded by it.

The same thing goes for another show I used to like, but due to a certain NASCAR driver who likes the show and has been in my thoughts in an unnatural excess, I cannot watch that one either.

Thank goodness TVLand is playing The Andy Griffith Show tonight (btw, David Ragan watches that show )!

I have no talents that will ever help me in life, I will never find anyone that can accept me for who I am, I am a useless waste of space, I cry like a baby, I am a good for nothing mommas boy with no redeeming qualities, I am disgusting, I can't control what I say or do most of the time, I screw up at everything I try to do, I can't find anyone to help me when I really need it, the only one I can talk to is my grandma and she doesn't even live here, I don't want to live but I can't commit suicide, I am a depressing freak with almost no real friends, I have to pee but don't want to risk walking past my moms boyfriend for fear of being called a sissy or whiny baby.

[This will be directed at persons. I will not tell who, or anything about them, if anyone should ask. And be warned, should you bother to read this, I say the word 'f**k' alot.]

f**k off! Don't f*****g touch me! I am not your f*****g friend, you slimy piece of s**t. You f*****g disgust me, and I wish to f*****g strangle you.
Stop. f*****g. Laughing. He is not funny. He is f*****g stupid, and needs a f*****g hammer inside his f*****g head.
I know how you think. You f*****g used me. I thought I was kind for you, and giving you my support, but no.. You just go and flat-out tell me to f**k off. You manipulative little whore.. You use the fact you have tits to get away with everything. You made me fall in love with you, and made me feel guilty whenever I think about killing you. GET OUT OF MY f*****g HEAD!
I wanted to be your only friend. I wanted you to need me. I do everything to try to make you feel good, and then it comes to my attention that you don't like me. That the only reason you've not told me to leave, is because "you're too nice".
I am not a pervert, f*****g prudes. I may like different s**t than you, but that does not make me a f*****g pervert. (As you see it, negative.)

*Insert lots of screams here*

hugs krem. this girl sounds like a right b***h. ur better off wiv out her by the sounds of it.

for my rant this is directed at a person who shall remain unnamed

u c**t u told me u weren't trying to replace me then why did u tell him wot I specifically told u not to????? He feels s**t enough wiv out u make him feel like he's using his friends. It was my desicion to pay for london now p88s off and get a life.

I am NOT going to spend the rest of my life in Texas. I'm going to get out one way or the other. If I'm desperate enough, I'll get myself arrested and deported. I'm tired of people who don't know what they're talking about. My mother says all we have to do for Jack to be able to get a job in Canada is to marry me, Jack says that isn't true and he needs points for skills he has, and doesn't think he can get them or something... I don't know who to believe so I don't believe either of them anymore. I'm going to be here for the rest of my life if I do nothing.