Pretty much believe blogging started so crybabies and gawd forbid you fall into the category of deadbeats, can whine and bitch about how everything in life has and continues to be slighted against them... Lost your job, lost your bf, put on weight... blah blah blah. "Oh, things happen for a reason, it can only get better, you'll pull through stronger than ever..."
If your only hopes come from cliches people post on your pathetically morose walls, do yourself and all of us a favour and toss that noose over the ceiling fan so we can stop supporting your UNEMPLOYMENT checks. OR, maybe I should just stop reading other peoples posts...
Alright, continue to pine in all your melodramacy.
I'm sure I'm the root cause of all your sadness now. Pound sand.
Funny thing... I knew a girl that was addicted to depression. Like, don't get me wrong, I've been on plenty of meds but this girl destroyed a marriage and would not make changes to better Her Own Life... waiting for some hand of Gawd. Well, it came... she got a sales job from a pharmaceutical company... what are the chances?
Here's some cliched (I can't be bothered to accent) advice... Get off your lazy fat ass, quit bitching about how shitty life is while eating a quart of ice cream and maybe adopt a little sister/brother or give some time to a charity that benefits those that really have it slighted.
Oh, who's the bad guy?
If your only hopes come from cliches people post on your pathetically morose walls, do yourself and all of us a favour and toss that noose over the ceiling fan so we can stop supporting your UNEMPLOYMENT checks. OR, maybe I should just stop reading other peoples posts...
Alright, continue to pine in all your melodramacy.
I'm sure I'm the root cause of all your sadness now. Pound sand.
Funny thing... I knew a girl that was addicted to depression. Like, don't get me wrong, I've been on plenty of meds but this girl destroyed a marriage and would not make changes to better Her Own Life... waiting for some hand of Gawd. Well, it came... she got a sales job from a pharmaceutical company... what are the chances?
Here's some cliched (I can't be bothered to accent) advice... Get off your lazy fat ass, quit bitching about how shitty life is while eating a quart of ice cream and maybe adopt a little sister/brother or give some time to a charity that benefits those that really have it slighted.
Oh, who's the bad guy?
hophead:
Ouch