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| I may have to kill someone at SQA On the plus side, I don't suppose anyone would mind. | ||||||
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| No, he was not drunk. And regardless of whether he was or not, you do NOT get to slag off my lover to me about injuring himself in a way that upset us both. If you can't manage straightforward sympathy I suggest you STFU | ||||
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| Dammit Stuff that's enough! | ||||||
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| And once again the first comment on a Party Invite is a Cannot Attend. Why, World, why? Of course people will come. And some have said so in person. But gah! | ||||||
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| I am so very close to just walking out today. Preferably before I punch my boss in the face repeatedly. | ||||||
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| One of the things I like about being childfree, yet knowing children aged 2 and those aged Adult but still Young Enough To Be My Offspring, is. It's kinda like exercising some of my maternal feelings without having, y'know, any children. Of course I could just be being annoying in a maternal way. Real Mums do that too, after all... | ||||||||||||
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| OK, NOW I'm angry I don't know why that should be the last straw, but it is, and it doesn't make sense, and I don't know who to talk to about it, or where. | ||||
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| I think I am going to have to make earmuffs of lions so I dn't have to listen to the flamage and counter-flamage. | ||||||
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| Would be if I could do seks with a laydee. | ||||||
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| Found my mojo It was in the sofa. As were all the clothes quite quickly. | ||||
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| Are you really as much of a waste of oxygen as this makes you sound? Not-my-journal-mustn't-start-flaming not-my-journal-mustn't-start-flaming not-my-journal-mustn't-start-flaming... | ||||||
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| It would really help if even thinking about healthy eating didn't make me hate every inch of my body. | ||||
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| I wasn't going to cry at work until one of my colleagues broke down and needed tea and bikkits and being told she didn't suck. Now I'm at it, and there's no-one to bring me those things cos she's gone home. This is why morale is important. | ||||||
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| You GJHKDSYIU bunch of GHSIUDSTUYSD! Yes, I am actually too angry to articulate how angry I am. ASGYIUOAD&(*)DSDSVGIDS%SDGEW@£*EN(@)EX90 I do not need this shit. | ||||||
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| I do feel exceedingly lonely, actually, so many people have gone away through force of circumstance, and as many times I am aware that even though it wasn't me they were trying to get away from (probably), by contacting them I try too hard, look needy and ultimately, fail. I am very very tired of this. Also my arm still hurts | ||||||||||||
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| Thank you BBC image editors that it is now possible for me to look at a positive story without actually being sick. Unlike this morning. | ||||||||
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| I am ashamed that sometimes I wish I could be pretty I am ashamed of my grey roots I am ashamed that I sometimes employ a friend to do my housework for £6 an hour I am ashamed I can afford that I am ashamed of my knees I am ashamed of the hair on my face *and* ashamed that I sometimes wax it I am ashamed of the time when I'm not ashamed of my size and my eating and oof the times when I am I cannot think of any useful purpose all this shame serves | ||||||
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| He hasn't been allowed in my dreams since a few months after he disappeared. I don't know how I managed to enforce that, but every time he turned up I told him he was dead, and dead people aren't allowed in my dreams. Then he stopped turning up, and I was relieved. Yesterday I felt properly suicidal, had voices in my head, spoke to one of his best friends and watched a programme about someone seeing to the dead. So it's not surprising he turned up again. When I saw him across the floor of my old student union he tried to duck down and hide, but I went over to him and hugged him. I told him that I forgave him for being dead, and he cried. I'm no good at crying, myself, so it's good that part of me can. | ||||||
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| oh god why do i feel so bad. i can't do this again. i just can't this is ridiculous | ||||
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| My mood swings are more like swingboats at the moment, or occasionally a waltzer, which would also explain the way I keep feeling sick :-( | ||||||||||
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