I'm fucking tired of having to answer to idiots.
I'm tired of people making their problems mine.
I'm tired of hearing assholes complaining about shit that doesn't matter.
I'm tired of people being control freaks.
I'm tired of people expecting me to do things for them.
I'm tired of jerks talking to me when I want to be left alone.
I'm tired of pretending I actually care to hear what people have to say, when in reality I couldn't give a fuck less.
I'm tired of having to deal with morons and their stupid, irrational idiosyncracies.
I'm tired of having to live with people who don't have any consideration for me.
I'm tired of living in squalor because my roommates don't care enough to clean their own messes.
I'm tired of not having my own room so I can escape my asshole roommates.
I'm tired of having to make concessions to people because they act like fucking babies.
I'm tired of not being able to regulate how much I see people I don't want to talk to.
I'm tired of being in this goddamn city.
I'm tired of the neurotic, undisciplined losers I call my 'friends.'
I'm tired of the government.
I'm tired of stupid assholes who can't keep their goddamn mouths shut.
I'm tired of my job.
I'm tired of talking to other people.
I'm tired of not having any space to call my own.
I'm tired of having to walk over filth to get to my own fucking bed.
I'm tired of not having the money to move.
I'm tired of not knowing ONE SINGLE COOL PERSON.
I'm just tired.
― Fiery Explosions (Semicogent), Thursday, 10 October 2002 16:28 (twenty-one years ago) link
three weeks pass...
one month passes...
Cool poem jim. I still consider death as the number one way out though, but considering Im depressed beyond exhaustion and the gun is on the other side of the room, I shall wearily move my fingers to type this pointless fucking message. I would have to move to blow my brains out, I might as well live. Drugs do cause cramps too. I was on about 600mgs of Dextromethorphan last night, I woke up this morning and shit for an hour.
― Z, Tuesday, 24 December 2002 22:50 (twenty-one years ago) link
Im sick 2 death of everything in this world like..................
SCHOOL, PRESSURE,BOYFRIENDS,HAVING NO MONEY, SMOKING,DRINKING,2 FACED BITCHES THAT R SUPPOSED 2 BE MT MATES, DIRTY KOSOVAN PERVERTS, U MAY THINK IM A IDIOTIC STRESS HEAD BUT U TRY 1 MINIT IN MY SHOES AND U'LL SOON SEE SO BE4 U JUDGE THINK .
― Bailey mc, Monday, 30 December 2002 02:38 (twenty-one years ago) link