Friday, December 31, 2004

Bah, Eduard called. He's on his way to a New Year's Eve party. Why the fuck does he get to go out and have fun and I'm stuck here at home? Huh? Answer me that! I didn't do anything wrong, fer fuck's sake, I just refused to put up with bullshit. Insert unhappy face here: 8^(

I jerked off with my million-dollar vibrator to console myself. It didn't work.

Oh well, I guess it's better not to ring in the new year with a hangover. It's bad enough that I spent my birthday in bed, and not having any fun either.

--Forget mollifications. I just want to say to everybody: "Awww, FUCK y'all!" Thanks alot, assholes. Some friends you are. Truth is, I don't have any fucking friends.

I know, I know. I'm not entitled to anything. No one owes me anything. I'm pissed off, feeling sorry for myself, and don't know what to do about it. Seeing a movie by myself or eating a pint of ice cream feels too damn pathetic.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 6:32 PM

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