Ugh! I've been beat over the head with this anger, depression, and complete hopelessness about the future. It feels like the whole world is conspiring against me right now, beyond the end of my relationship.
Did my taxes today - owe about $1,800. Not fucking sure how. I worked for a non-profit last year, aka the working poor. Oh wait, only the rich win. Thanks for fucking me in the ass without a condom and lube Barack and Deval.
Great, because I'm making no fucking money at my new job. And that money would have been oh so useful as I need it for a new place to live. Cardboard box here we come!
I must have been a serial murderer in my previous life because karma or God just loves fucking sticking it to me in 2011. Good guys always finish last, moral of the story people. Just be an asshole to everyone you know. You'll do fine. Just ask TJ.
Michael is my middle name . . .think it's actually misery, thanks Mom & dad.
I mean I have to say, I won't make the same mistake twice. Soo, I won't date anyone close to TJ . . . or maybe at all. Keep the drama and pain an arms length away seems to work best. After all, I'd have more luck becoming pope than finding a meaningful and loving relationship.
Wow, I'm miserable. Do yourself a favor people and read a new blog.