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Dec 15, 2005 09:26

I honestly don't know why I bother......

...doing any f'ing thing. Another fucking holiday ripped to fucking shreds. That's it. I might go ahead and make the X-mas eve dinner & dole out the fucking presents, but that's the last time I celebrate holidays, birthdays, or anniversaries. No more celebrating for me, thanks. Why bother to even try to have a good time when it always, always gets ruined?

It's just plain stupid. It's like smoking pot right before your drug test. You know a bad thing is coming, yet you allow yourself to get relaxed and have a good time. Well, no more of that for me. Screw the whole thing, the whole goddamn motherfucking thing.

It's way beyond a simple Aw, Fuck! moment.

Is there such a thing as a complete and utter Aw, Fuck! life?

depression

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