Last day of school hm ... AWFULLY QUIET ... there was some music but since this is the swamp where old people come to die nicely turned off at ten pm ... after all ... life is not allowed here
only behind closed doors in dark corners.
So shal we do the post of the day early so im rid of it and dont have to anything cos i dont want to anything and i wont as long as im stuck here.
Did i hear something like "it wasnt supposed to be like this" ?
So im like ... what the fuck do i care what it was supposed to be like. It was not my choice ... i had plans , they were working, i was getting somewhere
And since here, i am getting nowhere, i had nothing , theres nothing here for me and you carefully kept me out of money.
Im NOT having fun, i cant remember what fun feels like. That game ?
it keeps my mind off being stuck here. Call me addicted one more time and ill smack you with a crowbar to a place where you can meet people you never met and see what you're talking about. Then you can go like OMG YOU'RE SO AGGRESSIVE ALWAYS
so ... all i can do is repeat myself cos nothing ever changes here and ill never like it here and i dont give a shit who thinks or says what and thats how it is
i was doing fine, you ruined my life, my future and my dreams and all that comes with it cos thats not how its done and this is better for me
apparently not but maybe you make it look like something its not its something you would do wouldnt you
so ... did i repeat myself
cos its all i have to say cos i'll never fit in and i'll never not want or need what i want and what i need
not now not ever
it might have saved us both time if you just read any of the posts i made any day of any year here cos its just the same
sorry doesnt get me anything, i cant fuck sorry, i cant pay with sorry, sorry doesnt get me to asia with my cat
you owe me a decade of life and a shitload of money
and i hate this fucking place
there ... in case you forgot
somethings seriously wrong with the pancake dough too ... they're supposed to just fly off the pan when i flip them; im actually quite good at that yea (useless skill) but they get thick and stick, as if im using some industrial prefab cake mix (bleurgh ) or the houseghost or the aliens dropped something in there
meh well, food is food and broke is broke ...
and anyhow its friday, schoolkids having a ball xept the ones grounded cos they flunked (or not) and me stuck here just another day, just another week of life lost , just another weekend of nowhere i can than i wanna be
so fuck off already
nooo im not funny , i know im no fun at all anymore , im becoming this place
complaining about pancake dough on a fridaymorning
flat broke though and not by my own volition , doesnt matter, a-social cant stand humans, no fun anymore, not funny
ill better avoid humans like the plague
yea i know a thousand times like you should my opinion
addicted, crazy, your solution, its NOT, being crazy and addicted costs a shitload of money, you're in debt for quite a while afterwards.
I SHOULDA started over straight out of jail cos all your promises were false, i shoulda stayed on disability when i had my one breakdown in a lifetime but now
its NOT the solution
you owe me, you ruined me, you fucked me over ten times
i hate this fucking place
should i repeat it once more for saturday already ?