The Grim Reaper
I'm banking on the fact that not a soul reads this ridiculous collection of words, and therefore, I'm going to make excellent use of it by spending the next 400 or so words complaining about my life. Deal with it.
Oh, and is that morbidness you detect in that title? why yes, it is. Also a little play on words that none of you will get.
No. Nobody died. But WHAT THE HELL? All my friends let me say that again ALL my friends are leaving me. ALL OF THEM. 4 overseas, 4 to Sydney, another one possibly overseas. another one probably to Melbourne. Even my sister is 99% leaving town.
WHAT
THE
HELL
AM I SUPPOSED TO DO???
Oh, what am I doing? I'm staying in this town because I thought it would be a good idea to start a youth centre so I get to hang out with teenagers all day and hope my husband will find me.
WHAT A JOKE. A long time ago, I made peace with the fact that I may never marry, because of various reasons. Believe me, I stuffing deserve to get a husband and one who loves me ridiculously and wants me so bad he'll chase me for years before I let him have me. But if I don't get that, that's ok. Because God has The Plan sorted for me. But this was never really something I SERIOUSLY worried about because, you know, I've got my friends around me. They're awesome friends and I love hanging out with them.
No husband + 10 awesome friends = happy me.
No husband + no friends = stuffing miserable me.
No 1 fear of the day. They're all going to have wonderful exciting lives and forget all about me in my stupid little town with my stupid little dream. Don't you dare think that's such an irrational fear. This would not be the first time. I've had a bunch of "lifelong" friends who've gone off and had wonderful exciting lives and wrote to me and told me all about it and called me often, then not so often, then not for months at a time, then not at all until I have no idea where they are anymore.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like all my friends have all of a sudden decided to up and go. I've known for a long time that a lot of my friends were moving away, but today one of them, the last one left, said he got a job in sydney and would go on some sort of trial for three months. In my brain, this translates to mean, "I'm going to Sydney for a bit and I will like it so much that I'll stay forever."
STUFF THIS. I'm going further than all of them. How much are those Virgin flights to the moon?
Does anyone want a youth centre? Going cheap.
Oh, and is that morbidness you detect in that title? why yes, it is. Also a little play on words that none of you will get.
No. Nobody died. But WHAT THE HELL? All my friends let me say that again ALL my friends are leaving me. ALL OF THEM. 4 overseas, 4 to Sydney, another one possibly overseas. another one probably to Melbourne. Even my sister is 99% leaving town.
WHAT
THE
HELL
AM I SUPPOSED TO DO???
Oh, what am I doing? I'm staying in this town because I thought it would be a good idea to start a youth centre so I get to hang out with teenagers all day and hope my husband will find me.
WHAT A JOKE. A long time ago, I made peace with the fact that I may never marry, because of various reasons. Believe me, I stuffing deserve to get a husband and one who loves me ridiculously and wants me so bad he'll chase me for years before I let him have me. But if I don't get that, that's ok. Because God has The Plan sorted for me. But this was never really something I SERIOUSLY worried about because, you know, I've got my friends around me. They're awesome friends and I love hanging out with them.
No husband + 10 awesome friends = happy me.
No husband + no friends = stuffing miserable me.
No 1 fear of the day. They're all going to have wonderful exciting lives and forget all about me in my stupid little town with my stupid little dream. Don't you dare think that's such an irrational fear. This would not be the first time. I've had a bunch of "lifelong" friends who've gone off and had wonderful exciting lives and wrote to me and told me all about it and called me often, then not so often, then not for months at a time, then not at all until I have no idea where they are anymore.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like all my friends have all of a sudden decided to up and go. I've known for a long time that a lot of my friends were moving away, but today one of them, the last one left, said he got a job in sydney and would go on some sort of trial for three months. In my brain, this translates to mean, "I'm going to Sydney for a bit and I will like it so much that I'll stay forever."
STUFF THIS. I'm going further than all of them. How much are those Virgin flights to the moon?
Does anyone want a youth centre? Going cheap.