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 Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 4:44 pm
Everyone needs a place to rant, to just come and let it all out, no one to tell them to STFUGTFO, because that's what this place is for. So come spill your guts, relieve your stress!
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 5:25 pm
Alright so I got this friend who was in a bad place. So I tried showing him that there were other people out there that were loving and caring, I offered him a place with my husband and I, and introduced him to a friend of mine and they started dating. Well you know what happened, he couldn't wait until we had our own place. He left and is now living with his girlfriend and her family. But that's not what upsets me, what upsets me is he lied about it. He lied and deceived me and stabbed me in the back. Well her parents and my parents are really close, so they had Thanksgiving together, and my parents ended up liking him. Like really liking him, and my father told him "we aren't like that, we are good people". They freaking like him, him and his pugfacedpigwhore girlfriend lied and deceived me. Stabbed me in the back and they like him. I just don't understand why I have to fight for myself all the time, every single time I'm wronged, and no one can ever stand up for me!
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 5:53 am
In prosperity, our friends know us...A new game came out recently. Chrono Trigger. A remake of an old game. I like games. I like remakes.
What I don't like is the fact that since it came out, my fiance has been paying more attention to IT than to ME. He works, and he got home late yesterday. I can understand he just wants to relax and stuff. But, like, he hardly said two words to me in the entire three hours we got to spend together before going to bed and got pissed off at me for tearing him away from his game for a minute or two to cut up some cheese for me cuz I find cheese difficult to cut.
He didn't even notice I'd stopped eating until I had a breakdown about it... ...in adversity, we know our friends.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 2:34 pm
The worst issue I have right now, is my in-laws. None of them really talk to me, or acknowledge my existence most of the time. You'd think after being with my husband for 4 years they'd be like "oh yeah I remember you like reading and the colors blue and maroon." But not even that. Then they come over and like play wii and games and stuff, and never offer to play me. And when I offer they say sure and then stop right away. -shakes head- It's difficult living here when the only people I talk to are everyone online or my dog. And most of the time she doesn't even know I'm there.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 11:14 am
(o.o)
Alright, so most of the people here are of adult age and what not. Someone please explain to me why when men want sex we have to give it up asap. BUT when women want it and get turned down we have to wait or take care of it ourselves. I mean seriously. Is there something wrong with a woman with a healthy sexual appetite. It's not like I'm out trying to whore myself around, I'm trying to get it from my husband!
Then there's the whole bed hog thing. I mean really, it's a full bed, enough room for both of us. We have an insanely huge douvet, and yet I wake up with just a sheet over me. I know I rarely get cold, but I like blankets too you know. The secure feeling sleeping up against a wall used to give me. I MISS YOU WALL.
OH OH, and why why why! am I not allowed to have attention. It's not like I'm some attention whore and need you all the time. I rarely see you, when you get home from work. And you go off and do other games, video games, sweeping because no one else can seem to do anything in this house. And when I'm sick or I'm recovering from a sugar drop and I try to cuddle up to you you nudge me till I get up because you hate being close to me. Or you panic cause your mother is cooking. There was a time once when you bitched at me for not spending enough time with you, now I can't even get you to sit next to me on the couch for longer than five minutes.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 11:39 pm
Any of you on here had to deal with professionals who felt the need to belittle you at every turn, just cause they have training and so that makes them smarter then you? To be more specific medical professionals (Dr's, Nurses, EMS workers.)
I mean, come on. I have a fracked up condition. When you ask what I have, I can't just give you the name cause you don't understand what it is. Yet even after I explain it, you look at me and go, "oh you're fine, your vitals are fine. You're a teen so you must be doing this to get attention/get out of class"
SHUT UP!!! If I have to explain my condition in detail, obviously I'm not making it up. If I have built up scars on my arm from IV's, and it's obvious they aren't track marks, and you say as much to me, don't turn to the dolt next to you when I go out and proclaim I must be doing drugs. Remember how I told you I can hear? Yeah that wasn't a lie, and yes, I will get your sorry a** written up. Thanks and Have a nice day a-hole.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 4:39 pm
A library is a hospital for the mind...
You know what annoys me, as of late. My husband watching tv. He always complains that we never watch his shows, or anything he likes. But for the past month, we've been watching nothing but the history, or science channel, sci-fi, and comedy central. When my shows come on they get recorded to be watched later when he's not around. It should be a balanced structure.
Then there's not allowing the dogs on the furniture. If you don't train your dogs not to get on the furniture that's exactly what they are going to do. If you don't want to train them, then make sure they are outside dogs. Otherwise, please quick ******** bitching cause the couch smells because you have a hound and it secrets its stench everywhere, and you were too lazy to train your dog not to get up there.
... I have always imagined that Paradise will be a library.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:05 pm
Keep It CleanI hate it how, at school, no one listens to me and then say I never talk, and how they'll push me around simply because I don't fight back. It's like the only reason they'll pay attention to me is for negativity. What's more, the only people that'll talk to me are one of my friends, my cousin, my ai-chan, and a girl whom I sit next to in one class, and I'm not sure what to regard her as, because she barely pays attention me. And, even worse, no one pays attention to my emotions--to be simple, a nothingness. Depression. A void. A black hole that sucks up my happiness… even my family doesn't notice it, and I'm not surprised, because they don't give a s**t abot me either. Nobody cares about me unless they don't even know me, as is the case on Gaia--the only exception to this being my ai-chan. And then these kids, they're spoiled and complain about nothing at damned all! About their cell phones, about not having the game system they want, whatever. I say slam them into the middle of a war for two minutes and let it sober them up. And then they don't even stay in their damned business---For ******** sake, if there's one thing about a person, beside me, that everyone else doesn't know in my school, I'll be ******** amazed. And they don't pay attention to inevitable realities--mainly, death, loss… they can attempt to sympathize, but they can't, because they don't give a s**t about anyone but themselves, and they exist merely to inflict pain. That's another thing, the unfairness of death. It's inevitable, but I wish that everyone could live forever. There would be no more sadness. And if they didn't look down on me, maybe I would have lived in blissful ignorance of the world's current order; care about none but yourself. Shield your heart from breaking. Because that's what everyone else is doing, too. And, maybe then, I would have retained a shred of humanity and sanity.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 12:47 am
Sleep has evaded me tonight. Funny that the reason which it has evaded me is also the reason I am here. Recently I have questioned the motives for humans to live and come across one of the most popular outcomes other than to reproduce and allow evolution to continue it's state: Love. Affection. The feeling of being needed, feeling important, becoming part of one's life other than those we were initially born with and lived with for some time that all possible feelings have been nulled by the common title of 'family'.
I've realized that many, if not all, seek a love like in fairy tales. The love of a damsel in distress and a knight in shining armor strolling along with his valiant steed to slay the dragon and break the curse. I also find that many, if not all yet again, are not only seeking for that, but addicted to the idea so much that, as trivial as this subject is, they dwell on it, counting the number of days in which they have "survived" and "managed somehow" without their significant other. Rather than keeping on, hoping and doing better for their lives, they lose hope, lose sight and cave in under the weight of their own self-inflicted depression. I also find it strange that despite the fact that I am currently "in love", I still cannot comprehend the importance or the reason as to why one would want a significant other in the first place. Relationships are a the thorns to a rose.
Let I tell you, ladies and gentlemen, the downsides to each gender. Perhaps then most of you [and I use this term to signify not only those present, but humans altogether] to quit fretting over the possibility of eternal solitude and see the bright side of things. Women, as most men would agree, are rather complicated creatures. No means yes, yes means maybe and maybe means yes and no while no means no only if it's part of "Stop raping me." We cry, we express our feelings, we feel the need to shop until you drop, we bug you for attention, we don't like video games or watching sports, we don't belch in public, scratch our a** like if we were in the privacy of our own restroom or bluntly express certain misfortunes others may deal with. We clean, we moan, we b***h that you never help or complain as to why you can't be ******** to keep the toilet seat dry. Sorry, guys. We're females.
Ladies, they're men. They ignore you, they hate going out, they have 'guy-time', they ask for a beer, they love you the first 30 minutes, they have two brains [and sadly, most think with the larger one, the one in their pants], they can't help natural instinct to look at other girls and say it was nothing. It's not possible to have 'the perfect guy'. If they're not all that, they're control freaks, they're simplistic, they're strange, and above all, they're simply DIFFERENT.
Why is everyone so choked up about being tied down to a person that they'll love for two years, get tired of, then have to deal with because you said "'til death do us part" or because you have What'shisface Junior and Princess What'sherface?
Okay, whatever. We're humans, social creatures that need motivation like any other beast to strive to keep alive. But. Why. FRET? Why freak out because you're 24 and single? If it happens that way, there's a ******** reason. Quit throwing your s**t around like you've got the worst life out there. When you've got nowhere to go, are on the verge of death because when you last ate was when you were five and you're already 20, don't have family, you live in a barren land, are infected with so many diseases you're a walking enigma and have no clothes, THEN b***h and moan to me. Otherwise, you've got life, you've got food, shelter, clothes, friends. Life isn't all that bad. Yes, I understand, mourn about it from time to time to get it off your chest and keep it from building up but it's not something that should become constant. There's a ******** billion-trillion-quadrillion-gazillion people out there and a shitload more being popped out everyday. For there to be NO ONE out there for someone is RIDICULOUS. It's called WAITING and it's also called EXPANDING YOUR NETWORK. You can't expect to MEET someone sitting in your corner, crying your nights away while your wrists bleed on the carpet and you're listening to the depressing CD you composed when you realized you're 30 and still a virgin. Get up. Get out. DO something because life is sure as hell not going to give you a break and say, "Aww, poor you. Let me bring you Prince Charming."
... I think I'm done.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 2:38 pm
Keep It CleanThere's something that really pissed me off in school.
You see, all the kids in choir are practicing for the choir concert. Well, I got in there, sat down, and then some younger kids come and sit by me. This normally wouldn't bug me, except for the fact that one didn't get to sit by his friend and bitched at me for it like he had some ******** muscular disorder and couldn't get up and move somewhere ******** ELSE. So, being a complete a*****e, he goes, "God, you're gay" and then doesn't talk to me after that. Making him eligible for a ******** shotgun bullet to the face.
What I don't get is why humans degraded so much. In the (very) olden days, a man proved his worth through fights for honor and hunts and whatnot, even if the woman did not have equal rights as them... and now, a man proves his worth through mere exploitation of women. I disagree with this, of course... and it's part of the reason I'm losing hope.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 9:00 am
I don't know what to make of this, in all honesty. Am I suppose to pursue you and make sure you're okay? Help you through the trouble you're parading down through? Or is it because of ME that you're parading through there in the first place? I mean, ********. I don't know. What do you want me to do? I didn't even know until I asked. ******** Christ. Ergh, since I found out, I feel as if I'm just there. You left and as if on cue, I had to deal with my ex boyfriend at the same time telling me I'm just some whore waiting to jump on the next guy's d**k, that I never cared from the beginning and that all around, I'm just the worst person out there. Then Marcus calls me and tells me he's not going to be around anymore because there's too much bullshit going on. W. T. F. And then Mike has ******** basic training for the military and won't be back for a few months. Where the ******** is everyone going? WHERE? Why can't I go too? Thanks, life. Thanks a ******** shitload. IN ONE DAY all of that happened. IN ONE. Better yet, in a time span of TWO HOURS. -_-; Whatever. I'll give you your time if that's what you want. Just.. Whatever.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 2:36 pm
Keep It CleanOh my ******** God, what are these people? Retarded? I mean, Christ, it should be obvious. You should look in my eyes and be able to immediately say, "Something is ******** wrong with that kid." And when they get to know me, they should go, "That kid needs help. Right away." But no one even attempts to do anything. And that brings me to my present predicament; my slipping grip on what sanity I have left. If I ever saw the Satanic being who is doing this to me, I shall wrench his head from his shoulders and dance about his corpse… and then there shall be a celebration.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 10:16 am
You and me both, Chaos.
Yesterday I got another "I'm not talking to you anymore" thing. Well, that's what? Four people down the hole, plus him, that's five, in what? Two days. Yeah, I'm counting. Oh wait, and then Lisa. Lisa probably doesn't wanna talk to me anymore either. It's not like I -do- anything. Then again that's probably the reason. I never -DO- anything. Why do people EXPECT things out of me when I've already proven I'm not capable of pleasing the world? Or you. Or them. Ergh. I don't get how I can even KNOW people to begin with. It's like I'm sitting on the edge of the street, watching s**t go by and out of nowhere people decide "Hey, I'll be that hobo's friend and expect things out of it, even though it hasn't done a single thing for me. Yeah, that seems pretty reasonable!" Ergh, I guess it's better this way anyway. Yeah, that ... somehow makes sense.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:58 am
It is better to have loved and lost...
My brother in law pisses me off to no end. Why does he think he's better than any of us? Is it cause he has a princess of a girlfriend who's too good to shop anywhere lower than any store in NYC? She's a stupid b***h, she has no business being apart of this family if she can't even act like she wants to be here.....
... then to have never loved at all.
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