Whiny Babies
I’m not talking about complaints of life, school, or even general rants, but have you ever talked to someone so constantly depressed that you wanted to poke your eye out with a spork? They complain they’re ugly when they’re not. They claim no one likes them, and their online friends come running to reassure them over and over. They go on about how futile life is, how insignificant they are, and how no one understands. But there is a point where being supportive becomes tiring. How long can a person pat someone on the back and tell them, “No, that’s not true,” if they refuse to believe it?"I really could careless about living anymore. I know I must be such a pain in the ass to listen to from all my complaining and shit. Wouldn't you just love it if I jumped off a bridge and went -splat- on the ground? I bet if I did die... no one would care and everyone would forget about me within a month. Maybe a month is too long... maybe two weeks... tops."
You are a ray of sunshine. Now go get some help, or stop burdening others with your drama.
It’s amazing how time flies when tinkering with webpages. It’s not much, and it lacks all the fancy effects that people like Webpage Wizard Nair can do, but it’s got a simple charm to it. (Agree with me or face my squirrelly wraith!) So before I knew it, it was 3am, and I still hadn’t finished all I wanted to. At least the main page is mostly done, and hopefully I’ll get to Gallery and the others tonight.
You are a ray of sunshine. Now go get some help, or stop burdening others with your drama.
It’s amazing how time flies when tinkering with webpages. It’s not much, and it lacks all the fancy effects that people like Webpage Wizard Nair can do, but it’s got a simple charm to it. (Agree with me or face my squirrelly wraith!) So before I knew it, it was 3am, and I still hadn’t finished all I wanted to. At least the main page is mostly done, and hopefully I’ll get to Gallery and the others tonight.