012 ; so let mercy come
by Crazy Angel on April 30, 2008i am an absolute failure in everything i do.
i have nicked Adam's laptop to write this, he's probably reading over my shoulder wondering wtf im doing, i dont care tbh im venting.
go home.
all of you.
fuck off home.
had a fucking pisser of a day.
got afterschools on the same day from art and IT 'cause i couldnt be fucking arsed to do my coursework cause im a useless piece of shit.
and walking home?
i couldnt even block a fucking haymaker off a fucking sket.
thats not much to you.
thats eight months of training and all my dignity FUCKING GONE, WASTED, WHATTHEFUCKEVER.
whats the point.
whats the fucking point.
i have been taking fucking comments about my fucking hair all my fucking life.
im fucking embarrassed even fucking typing that! WHO THE FUCK GIVES A SHIT ABOUT HAIR COLOUR I MEAN WTF
every. fucking. day. of my whole. fucking. life.
it was just one more day, one more comment, but nooooo.
i am fucking SICK of fucking TAKING IT.
so i didnt.
and what did i get?
a fucking pussy of a fucking fist to the fucking jaw.
haha snooker.
a fucking white belt could've blocked that.
thats actually fucking true.
Adam said it didnt matter.
your probably reading this like, yeah, why the fuck does it matter to you?
'cause i suck like that.
all the adrenaline and anger is wearing off now and now i just feel pathetic. =/
gutted to be me. oh wait! i am.
then i burst into fucking tears didnt i.
that is the one moral i live by: NO ONE under ANY circumstances ever sees me cry.
ive only let one person apart from Mum and Spo see me cry.
ive cried in front of other people, but with my hands clamped to my face.
and thats it.
but today the whole of fucking Witney and their dog saw.
fuck-ing great.
im better now.
rant over.
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