The Scott Pilgrim movie made me depressed.
Today fucking sucked. After watching the Scott Pilgrim movie, it made me realize how stupid I talk in real life and all the shit I had to deal with in my sketchy relationships. I had to crack a smile while I was walking out with the people on my dorm floor to hide how depressed I felt.
Then some fag that nobody likes starts harassing my ex, and then she calls me to talk to her. Like I have anything fucking better to say. Her mom wants the guy that is harassing her to go out with him, so she's trying to make her accept, except my ex doesn't want to. Her mom is an old fashioned fucking oriental who is self-centered as hell. I can't help her change anything, it's just the way her mom was brought up. Her mom didn't even like me either and was glad that I broke up with her. My ex wants to date people that she wants, but her mom doesn't have a fucking clue and runs every aspect of her life.
Haha.
Which is funny because my fourth ex had a mom like that. The only things that could differentiate the two apart was that one was socially retarded and only cared about having material things and the other attracted too many people with her happy personality and wants to have true love.
Fuck, and here I thought I wouldn't bad mouth Chantelle, but I did anyways. So it goes. It's not like she did that too me the entire time I've known her.
And the really fucking sad thing is that I can't act normally with other people unless they're making fun of me in a joking manner or just plain making fun of me. When people praise me, I freeze up and don't have anything to say. It's almost as if compliments were foreign to me. It's almost as if I'm too used to having a low self-esteem that I can't function normally.
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I can't even make it through one day without swearing. If I don't stop this bad habit soon, it might cost me a job later in the future. I'm thinking of remaking my current facebook to look more professional.
Life is ridiculous.
Then some fag that nobody likes starts harassing my ex, and then she calls me to talk to her. Like I have anything fucking better to say. Her mom wants the guy that is harassing her to go out with him, so she's trying to make her accept, except my ex doesn't want to. Her mom is an old fashioned fucking oriental who is self-centered as hell. I can't help her change anything, it's just the way her mom was brought up. Her mom didn't even like me either and was glad that I broke up with her. My ex wants to date people that she wants, but her mom doesn't have a fucking clue and runs every aspect of her life.
Haha.
Which is funny because my fourth ex had a mom like that. The only things that could differentiate the two apart was that one was socially retarded and only cared about having material things and the other attracted too many people with her happy personality and wants to have true love.
Fuck, and here I thought I wouldn't bad mouth Chantelle, but I did anyways. So it goes. It's not like she did that too me the entire time I've known her.
And the really fucking sad thing is that I can't act normally with other people unless they're making fun of me in a joking manner or just plain making fun of me. When people praise me, I freeze up and don't have anything to say. It's almost as if compliments were foreign to me. It's almost as if I'm too used to having a low self-esteem that I can't function normally.
...
I can't even make it through one day without swearing. If I don't stop this bad habit soon, it might cost me a job later in the future. I'm thinking of remaking my current facebook to look more professional.
Life is ridiculous.