THE 'OH YEAH, MY MISTAKE' ENTRY
Hmmm... Now let me see.
I have had three proper relationships in my life. I have been unceremoniously dumped for someone else in, let me get this straight... two... yes, two of these relationships. I live in a shitty, expensive flat, in a terrible part of the world and have... oh let me think... that's right two close friends... one of whom lives in a permanent fantasy world and the other is about to emigrate to Australia for the rest of his life which means I may never see him again. I do a job I hate for not quite enough money and frequently just feel empty and alone and desperate and in need of something and I don't even know what so much it makes me want to weep... literally.
So bearing all that in mind, if I want to put a positive spin on things do I have a right to? If life hands me lemons should I be allowed to make lemonade? If I should be running a warm bath and breaking the plastic seal from the razors would it be okay if instead I chose to whistle a jaunty tune and pretend like things are okay actually?
Of course not!
How fucking stupid of me to imagine that were I to sound strong and happy and filled with an inexplicable joie de vivre that someone shouldn't come along and hit me in a really dirty way in a really sensitive place. Someone who may be reading this now. Someone who, hereafter, will have to pay for a fucking subscription to read my journal because it's going fucking private.
DISCLAIMER: Unless I preface an entry 'Fresh Onion Soup' you should assume that any positivity upon my part from now on is a thinly veiled attempt to mask a yawning emptiness and depression on my part. In NO WAY should my seeiming to have a shred of self-esteem fool you into the misguided notion that said self-esteem actually fucking exists. After all we wouldn't want anyone else getting the impression that it's okay to put the boot in without any provocation.
I have never been more angry and upset at another human being in my entire life.
Hmmm... Now let me see.
I have had three proper relationships in my life. I have been unceremoniously dumped for someone else in, let me get this straight... two... yes, two of these relationships. I live in a shitty, expensive flat, in a terrible part of the world and have... oh let me think... that's right two close friends... one of whom lives in a permanent fantasy world and the other is about to emigrate to Australia for the rest of his life which means I may never see him again. I do a job I hate for not quite enough money and frequently just feel empty and alone and desperate and in need of something and I don't even know what so much it makes me want to weep... literally.
So bearing all that in mind, if I want to put a positive spin on things do I have a right to? If life hands me lemons should I be allowed to make lemonade? If I should be running a warm bath and breaking the plastic seal from the razors would it be okay if instead I chose to whistle a jaunty tune and pretend like things are okay actually?
Of course not!
How fucking stupid of me to imagine that were I to sound strong and happy and filled with an inexplicable joie de vivre that someone shouldn't come along and hit me in a really dirty way in a really sensitive place. Someone who may be reading this now. Someone who, hereafter, will have to pay for a fucking subscription to read my journal because it's going fucking private.
DISCLAIMER: Unless I preface an entry 'Fresh Onion Soup' you should assume that any positivity upon my part from now on is a thinly veiled attempt to mask a yawning emptiness and depression on my part. In NO WAY should my seeiming to have a shred of self-esteem fool you into the misguided notion that said self-esteem actually fucking exists. After all we wouldn't want anyone else getting the impression that it's okay to put the boot in without any provocation.
I have never been more angry and upset at another human being in my entire life.
VIEW 10 of 10 COMMENTS
havnt an idea what to say fuck ur job thers others im a customer service fuck at the mo its not bad and people think ur beig sincere which is amusing but hey im not a job nalysing whatsit called those guys are wind ups i swear we'ed all end up as policeman of firefighters
anyhoos hope things take an up turn