And it feels like fuck nothing has happened.
I'd like to say I've matured, evolved into the "lady" that I'm meant to be.
But I'm probably light years from that.
So excuse me while I: spit and sneeze and cuss and smoke and drink and cough and moan and cringe and barf all over your shoes. (Past Friday night?)
I know I've mentioned the whole "Oh-isn't-it-hilarious-how-our-promises-and-intentions-from-the-past-mean-nothing-now-LOLZORG!" bullshit already, but it never ceases to surprise me how it fits every-fucking-thing.
Like, on a personal and a more general level.
Everything you've been looking forward to for the past, oh, 5 years? At least? Doesn't mean SHIT.
Muddafuhking infuriating.
Give me a gun so I can shoot some bullets at your fat, stupid, selfish, vulgar, egoistic, disgusting, empty, useless lump you call a head.
Evil, evil, evil bastard(s). Thanks for ruining my plans, dipshits.*
And then you've got them retarded, insensitive, patronizing wankers that I know mean well!
But please think before you speak.
It's worse than if you'd, I dunno, pat me on the head, and that's pretty bad.
And then don't try to laugh it off, when you know you've done something wrong.
Own up to it, for fucks sake.
Be a fucking man, grow balls.
Wear some bloody pants.
Please?
I'm done. Like to vent some more, but that looks plenty enough.

