today, God called me a pussy.
anyone wh has spent 5 minutes with me knows that no one is better at feeling sorry for themself as me. i am on the varsity self-pity team, it's true.
i ran into work today for a bit and left to pick up my friend. we where supposed to have lunch, but work screwed me out of that, so we went to have dinner at the Bristol in the highlands. now, i was in a wretched mood. lotsa stuff on my mind. how am i gonna pay for this and that, i cant go yo prom, i hate my job, i need to register for school, i felt self-consious because i have the remnants of a black eye and bruises all over me, etc. this is the second time i've taken her out, so she knew i wasnt as charming and irresistable as when we last hung out.
and she starts in with the "whats wrong?"s and the "are you ok?"s....God i hate that shit. however, as i turn to tell her to go fuck herself a screeching noise scares the hell outta me. it was the screechy hydraulic lowering mechanism on the bus. i must have jumped because i think she giggled.
so the ramp on the bus lowers and this half-retarded man in a wheelchair rolls off. i couldnt turn away. we both watched as he rolled his gimpy ass across the parking lot into the winn-dixie on bardstown rd. it was at this time i noticed he had on a winn-dixie smock. he was going to work. he was a half-retard gimp taking the bus to shitty job...and i envied him.
i envied his bravery. and i knew i just witnessed one of the tuffest people on the planet.
and i never felt so ashamed of myself. i cant describe how ashamed i was. it was a horrible feeling. i hope i never feel it again.
a stood there for what felt like an hour. she asked me if i was ok. i told her i was totaly ok. and that wasnt a lie. i was.
here i was on a date with a stone-cold fox, not all that bright, but definately super-hot, i wasnt in debt, at least i had a job, at least i was going to start back to school, and at least i've got my head on sraight now. i'm feeling better.
next time youre feeling sorry for yourself, i swear, someone has it worse. and not only that, theyre not complaining about it.
my life is ok. i'm gonna go out and make it better, too. right after i smoke this bowl.
keep the faith.
anyone wh has spent 5 minutes with me knows that no one is better at feeling sorry for themself as me. i am on the varsity self-pity team, it's true.
i ran into work today for a bit and left to pick up my friend. we where supposed to have lunch, but work screwed me out of that, so we went to have dinner at the Bristol in the highlands. now, i was in a wretched mood. lotsa stuff on my mind. how am i gonna pay for this and that, i cant go yo prom, i hate my job, i need to register for school, i felt self-consious because i have the remnants of a black eye and bruises all over me, etc. this is the second time i've taken her out, so she knew i wasnt as charming and irresistable as when we last hung out.
and she starts in with the "whats wrong?"s and the "are you ok?"s....God i hate that shit. however, as i turn to tell her to go fuck herself a screeching noise scares the hell outta me. it was the screechy hydraulic lowering mechanism on the bus. i must have jumped because i think she giggled.
so the ramp on the bus lowers and this half-retarded man in a wheelchair rolls off. i couldnt turn away. we both watched as he rolled his gimpy ass across the parking lot into the winn-dixie on bardstown rd. it was at this time i noticed he had on a winn-dixie smock. he was going to work. he was a half-retard gimp taking the bus to shitty job...and i envied him.
i envied his bravery. and i knew i just witnessed one of the tuffest people on the planet.
and i never felt so ashamed of myself. i cant describe how ashamed i was. it was a horrible feeling. i hope i never feel it again.
a stood there for what felt like an hour. she asked me if i was ok. i told her i was totaly ok. and that wasnt a lie. i was.
here i was on a date with a stone-cold fox, not all that bright, but definately super-hot, i wasnt in debt, at least i had a job, at least i was going to start back to school, and at least i've got my head on sraight now. i'm feeling better.
next time youre feeling sorry for yourself, i swear, someone has it worse. and not only that, theyre not complaining about it.
my life is ok. i'm gonna go out and make it better, too. right after i smoke this bowl.
keep the faith.
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and for the record- i love being rich.^^^^^^^^^^^^^
He holds the halo 2 Deathmatch that I go to.
I call his journal As Hell Turns, he has a fucken soap opera with what he writes.
Went to the Deathmatch even though I had to work. Went home at 7am sunday, slept for an hour then went to work 8-9 hours. I love mary jane, she really helped me out sunday.
My fathers family was wealthy when he was a child so I know a little of that side of reality. I just figure kids of wealthy families have it the worst. Nannys raising them instead of their parents. Fathers never spending time at home, always on buisness trips or at the office. Mothers always helping with fundraisers or going for the bottle and pills.
Thats not all true, but I know a lot of rich kids or friends who are with rich kids and hear what their lives are like.
Alot of poor families have it that way somewhat also.
Parents working 2 jobs or more to make ends meet. Never being able to spend time at home and when they are at home don't want to play or anything.
Life is hard and all we can do is make the best of it.
I know where your mom is coming from. I have alot of rich people not tip me cause their rich from being tight wads.
he he Just kidding.