Kerrick/22/Oreo/Manchester United/Jacksonville FL/
i blog and reblog random stuff from my beloved Man Utd to funny shit to women in sexy lingerie, all depends on what i fancy
My friends have been letdowns. Gf is 2hrs away and is busy all the time, and I no longer have joy in speaking to anyone. Real depressive state, pissed off, upset, unhappy, unloved, un-everything. She can’t make me happy, friends are sucking at that part and will verbally abuse them if they stunt up with “we need to hang out” line. I’m fucking done. Send me to boot camp so I can leave this bullshit behind I’m sick of it now. Ready to start my next chapter
if you dont get it the first couple times, its best if you just piss off. youre an annoyance after attempt #3
I express how i feel so if im laying out expletives it doesnt mean they are directed at you unless im talking about you. Also im f’n sick of pretty much hearing that i need to check my anger. When i start punching walls and verbally abusing ppl, thats when i have a problem. Until then, im gonna express how i feel the way i want to express it that will leave me either feeling better afterwards or not thinking about it later. Im done holding stuff in and unless you are gonna hear me out, step to the side and let me vent to someone who’s not gonna put a filter on my mouth
day started off meh, then got worse due to a “misunderstanding” if thats what it should be called, but got a little better as the night went on. still wish i could of been with friends to take my mind and my feelings off of personal troubles but bashing my high school alma mater thru twitter jabs was a pretty good alternative. im still very much upset at everything that went on during the weekend and again from today, but im gonna make things better for me. on with tomorrow…
I wouldn’t talk for a whole week. Treat it as a vacation from the most recent aggrivating things, both ppl and life. Then again i cant go about what i really want to do without catching grief about it. I said what i should of said a while back last night. More to come? Possibly. I only see things clearly when im most unhappy. Like right now. Vengeful thoughts and hateful ideas going thru my head. Its not right to think them but it makes me feel alot better
Why would a person like me go out anyways? Im sticking to house parties, coffee shops and The Pearl. Its not me, it never has been and never will be. Ive put up with going to clubs enough because i almost never have a legit good time. I dont drink and i cant dance and all i want to do is sit back and relax. Its a fucking waste of my time and im cutting that part out of my life
You can only take so much of the stuff that you grew up to as a kid. My frustration lies mostly on the role-playing part and to a greater extent, dressing up like their favorite characters. But thats not the reason for my rant. This bloody tropical storm beryl thats right on my doorstep (i reside in jax, fl) has brought out all the sailor moon fans up and down my fb page and while it was cute 2 days ago, its fucking annoying now. Im in that mode where i want to disassociate myself from these ppl and tell them to grow the fuck up and go be obsessed with something worthwhile, along with the ppl who think this storm is gonna cause widespread destruction (a cheap shot towards the mayor). Im just fed up with seeing the references and the fact that my fb newsfeed is now flooded with it. For the next two days, in my eyes im friends with a bunch of immature anime fangirling idiots. So to social media, fuck you. Fuck you very much
This is how i see it. I think its pretty straightforward an simple yet society or even worse YOUR FRIENDS make waste of a good conversation. First off if youre gonna text someone, acknowledge that they exist at the very least. Also one thing that pisses me off more than anything is ppl texting back one word answers. Way to kill the mood asshole. More on this rant on another installment but feel free to add whatever you want
Youre a piece of shit. Pulling the plug on your factory program at the last second. Bunch of pussies you are