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What do you expect, it is a bin after all?

this is not how i wanted it to turn out... this is not how i wanted anything to turn out...

Some people can't be helped, no matter which way they run, but you know you have a chance to be and that's got to be worth fighting for.

I have been crying for you the past few days.
Someone told me a while ago it was the dog bite that caused the blood clot.
If so, I'm a murderer, because I scared the cat.
I indirectly killed the only person who ever loved me.
The last time we said goodbye, something inside of me knew I wouldn't see you again.
I wonder if you heard my phone call when you were lying there on the floor.
I remember you used to be scared of dying alone.
I wonder if you were scared lying there.
Can I call you Mom now?
I don't think we'll get in trouble anymore.

You still should probably buy yourself a folding knife (lockable blade).

You'd be hot as well if you'd just spent 90 minutes in the oven at 180°.

Sorry and thank you.

You f***ers made a BIG mistake by not hiring me. I would have made a great page for you. I am always on time, very organized, thorough with my work, and very flexible when it comes to schedules. So why the hell did you hire someone else!?

Thank you very much for extending my unemployment, a**holes!

Next time we'll try newspaper and vinegar, it should bring the streaks out.

Apart from that though it proved to be quite a successful day although the travelling to and fro was a bit of a bastard.

Please respect my personal needs and abilities. I respect yours.

Bite me -to a lot of different people, especially the city transit system that didn't hire me because of my ASD

Thank you for that heart-warming words, I realized that you're always there for me while you're still taken.

My life was better as a mute.
You should never have forced me to become verbal.
That was a mistake.
When you can speak, people assume that you are able to have a conversation.

The "conversation" today:

He: I won't be here in September.
Me: Why?
(He lifts up his shirt. There are several, huge blackish-blue lumps on his torso)
He: Lymp_____, cancer. In my mouth too. Got to have it seen to. If I don't it could get serious.
Me: (long awkward silence) Oh, well, you don't want it to get serious (nervous laugh, more awkward silence, I walk off).

He thinks I'm an as*hole. I want to die because I feel so bad.
If I was mute I probably would have looked sad and patted his arm.
In truth I could have done just that.
But you demanded I must speak.
Because speaking is "better".
You were WRONG.

I get why you are being like this now...

The jobs are complete, I'm leaving soon and of no further use.

You didn't need to be passive aggressive, continuing to turn up the volume while I asked you to stop was going to have a predictable outcome... Asking me to leave the room would have been reasonable by comparison to triggering a reaction, but I guess I should just harden up and have normal reactions .

I wish you wouldn't do these things.

I didn't pick up because I know that you would be either drunk or twisted and I just can't be arsed.

The sooner you all realise that it's really really boring for someone who is sober to have to listen to someone who is drunk rambling on and on and on and on endlessly about yourselves the better it will be.

Yes I love you all and yes I do miss you but I really really can't be arsed.

Sozzard!! !

I want to make you a sammich.