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Hmm. Things really are falling down for everyone right now. At least the Joe thing is kind of in suspended animation. Things are bad for Das Graham, things are bad for Die Chaz, things are bad for nearly everyone I actually give a toss about. I've managed to piss off Kate because I don't think, which is another thing I'm kicking myself about. And I've realised I'm such a fucking hypocrite, because it's about three hours ago that I was lecturing her about accepting the consequences of things. That bloody annoying goth Karl is still aggravating me, because I made a bad first impression and there's nothing I can do about that. And half of the annoyance of that is that I'm annoyed about it in the first place. Generally being a cantankerous cunt because Joe's being a dick, and that's not right, because I shouldn't inflict myself on other people at all, much less when I'm being a cunt. So I shall make the neccessary apologies.
Resentment is the poison we take trying to hurt other people.
Beginning to realise that saying was right. Stupid Wiseman.
Can sum up current state of mind in three items:
1) Things uberbad for best friend. And there's nothing anyone can do about it. And that sucks because it's not like he hasn't been having a hard time as it is.
2) Pissed Kate off. Or upset her. First would be preferable. I'm so sick of starting fights over my being a cock with too short a short-temper. So Kate, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. I'll back off. I just overreacted after talking to Graham the nights he was stuck in America and seeing how much the break-up broke him. I hate seeing people I like hurting and I'm too thick to realise that lashing out about it hurts other people that I like. So I'm sorry for being a moron. And I would put this on your LJ, but then everyone gets the satisfaction of seeing I've admitted to being in the wrong, and that would be rubbish because I'm stubborn.
And if you're still pissed off, that's ok, I guarantee I'm used to it. Just throw bleeding meat at my house. 8/10 for effective nefarious messaging.
3. Joe STILL not talking to me. By now I'm considering some kind of intensive grovelling treatment to lay on him, but that sucks in itself. Even if I'd only be doing it to sweet talk him and make sure he knows he's wanted and all that jazz, there's still a part of me that would be doing it out of general spinelessness. Also the fact that I don't know what the fuck I've done wrong yet. Still. I guess if my conduct over the last week is anything to go by, I'm sure it's something perfectly and justly well-founded that will have him leaving me in three seconds flat. C'est le chapeau de mort.
4. There is no four. I cannot count.
So basically, my mood is fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
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Resentment is the poison we take trying to hurt other people.
Beginning to realise that saying was right. Stupid Wiseman.
Can sum up current state of mind in three items:
1) Things uberbad for best friend. And there's nothing anyone can do about it. And that sucks because it's not like he hasn't been having a hard time as it is.
2) Pissed Kate off. Or upset her. First would be preferable. I'm so sick of starting fights over my being a cock with too short a short-temper. So Kate, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. I'll back off. I just overreacted after talking to Graham the nights he was stuck in America and seeing how much the break-up broke him. I hate seeing people I like hurting and I'm too thick to realise that lashing out about it hurts other people that I like. So I'm sorry for being a moron. And I would put this on your LJ, but then everyone gets the satisfaction of seeing I've admitted to being in the wrong, and that would be rubbish because I'm stubborn.
And if you're still pissed off, that's ok, I guarantee I'm used to it. Just throw bleeding meat at my house. 8/10 for effective nefarious messaging.
3. Joe STILL not talking to me. By now I'm considering some kind of intensive grovelling treatment to lay on him, but that sucks in itself. Even if I'd only be doing it to sweet talk him and make sure he knows he's wanted and all that jazz, there's still a part of me that would be doing it out of general spinelessness. Also the fact that I don't know what the fuck I've done wrong yet. Still. I guess if my conduct over the last week is anything to go by, I'm sure it's something perfectly and justly well-founded that will have him leaving me in three seconds flat. C'est le chapeau de mort.
4. There is no four. I cannot count.
So basically, my mood is fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
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