Today's a good day to die... or just whine.
Current status: tired, bored, and slightly melancholic with plenty of
suppressed anger towards the society and myself.
And of course, nobody to play russian roulette with. Same as ever. Too bad,
even virtually shooting myself in the head sort of relieves the angst.
Why are there so fucking many people in this world who have to think they're
great and somebody gives a flying fuck about their little miserable lives? Few
things are more annoying than people who think they rock.
Is it so hard to realize that just because you can do something doesn't mean
you're great at it? And that if everybody thinks you annoying, then maybe,
just maybe, you really ARE annoying?
Fuck this shit. Didn't even realize how angry I was before starting to write.
Damn good nobody reads this crap.