My life anew.
Well, it's done. I told Taia she's not good enough for me, whether she cares or not. And it's the truth. I deserve better. So it's done and over with.
Anyway, enough about Taia. I will not give her the satisfaction of her knowing she still impacts my life. No. She doesn't.
Today sucked. Yeah. First, it was Don who wouldn't give me the friggin day off. Bastard. It's my birthday for crying out loud. Oh well, it happened. Secondly was Taia, yeah, she put my day off to a GREAT start, fucking bitch. She can kiss my ass. Then, I forgot my hat. I forgot my damn hat. OMG. HAT. But yeah, my day sucked because I had to work my entire birthday away. Happy birthday to me. I'm twenty. Anyone care? Didn't think so. I had like a total of four people tell me happy birthday. Two of those were my parents. One was Daron, and the other was a single co-worker who remembered. Wow, I really am important to the people around me, aren't I. I love life. [/sarcasm].
Well, now I'm spending the last few birthday hours I have to sit on this computer. No birthday bash for me. No candles. No cake. It's just another fucking day. I hate people. No one is my friend anymore. No one reads this. No one cares. If they do, they never tell me. They never notice me. Fuck the world. You don't need me, and I don't need you. I thought I had love, I had nothing but hurt. I thought I had friends. I have one. I thought I was important to at least a couple people. I'm not. Why does everyone hate me so? Why doesn't anyone ever think of me? I like to think of myself as a nice guy, but no one ever notices me. What the hell do I have to do, start drinking, smoking weed, destroying myself, to get people to recognize that I'm fucking alive? Thank you to all the people who ruined my small, trembling grasp at life. I owe you one. No, I'm not writing a suicide note. I'm pissed at the world, and that means you. Fuck you. You don't ever talk to me. You don't ever notice me. You don't ever listen to me, so fuck off. I'm tired of these so-called friends, and so-called lovers. No one cares about me. No one.
Fuck the world, and fuck you. Goodnight.
Brandon
Anyway, enough about Taia. I will not give her the satisfaction of her knowing she still impacts my life. No. She doesn't.
Today sucked. Yeah. First, it was Don who wouldn't give me the friggin day off. Bastard. It's my birthday for crying out loud. Oh well, it happened. Secondly was Taia, yeah, she put my day off to a GREAT start, fucking bitch. She can kiss my ass. Then, I forgot my hat. I forgot my damn hat. OMG. HAT. But yeah, my day sucked because I had to work my entire birthday away. Happy birthday to me. I'm twenty. Anyone care? Didn't think so. I had like a total of four people tell me happy birthday. Two of those were my parents. One was Daron, and the other was a single co-worker who remembered. Wow, I really am important to the people around me, aren't I. I love life. [/sarcasm].
Well, now I'm spending the last few birthday hours I have to sit on this computer. No birthday bash for me. No candles. No cake. It's just another fucking day. I hate people. No one is my friend anymore. No one reads this. No one cares. If they do, they never tell me. They never notice me. Fuck the world. You don't need me, and I don't need you. I thought I had love, I had nothing but hurt. I thought I had friends. I have one. I thought I was important to at least a couple people. I'm not. Why does everyone hate me so? Why doesn't anyone ever think of me? I like to think of myself as a nice guy, but no one ever notices me. What the hell do I have to do, start drinking, smoking weed, destroying myself, to get people to recognize that I'm fucking alive? Thank you to all the people who ruined my small, trembling grasp at life. I owe you one. No, I'm not writing a suicide note. I'm pissed at the world, and that means you. Fuck you. You don't ever talk to me. You don't ever notice me. You don't ever listen to me, so fuck off. I'm tired of these so-called friends, and so-called lovers. No one cares about me. No one.
Fuck the world, and fuck you. Goodnight.
Brandon