Dear Pathetic Losers,
Your raps are pathetic. Your dreams of becoming famous because of your pathetic Flickr account are pathetic. I am so fucking done with this shit.
Dear Specific Pathetic Loser,
The mere thought of having sex with you sickens me. I'm not into insane, insecure guys with leaky assholes.
Dear Mazher Khan,
You are the shittiest landlord ever. Also, you are stupid. It makes me sad that you are reproducing.
You left my door open, fucker.
I went to a therapy session tonight. I don't like this lady so much, but she knows some things that I need, so I will have to humor her. She overreacted a whole lot when I told her about my suicidal thoughts. We have an "agreement" that I will talk to someone if they get out of control. She doesn't seem to understand that this has been going on for a really long time. It's really not a big deal. I tried to tell her, but I suppose she needs me to fit into the definition of what she wants to diagnose me with.
Anyway, I will try this and we will see what happens. This is going to be a fucked up relationship...I am using her to try to find sanity, and she is using me for money... so it's a good thing that I am at a point where I just don't fucking care.
it turns out that the plug end of an electrical cord can create some wonderful pain if used properly.
leaves a nasty bruise though
I HATE THIS FUCKING PLACE.
I am glad he didn't come home tonight. I am so stupid for getting sad. Why o why am I such a stupid bitch?
I fantasize about horrible things.