Insert Swearish Rant Here

[Abstract]

To self: OK genius. Important scary, mentally and emotionally demanding meeting that could threaten your livelihood? Solution: stay up all night ruminating about preparing for it without doing so or sleeping. Wonderful idea. Now maybe you should go and sleep for an hour since it is 5.51 am.

 

[Changing4Best]

OK, big guy. I have had more than enough of you! You think you are so funny, huh? One day you will get what is coming to you! Wait until you are old and feeble. It will happen some day you know. Then, when you are helpless, someone will pick on you, tease you, bully you! You won't be able to fight back either. I am betting on this. What goes around comes around, you know? I see it happening now to another one who has been like you in the past. He had his hay day. It is over now. He is old and feeble and cannot longer stand up for himself. He is getting from life what he used to dish out to others. Just wait. It will happen to you too!

 

[sundailk]

I loathe idiots who have not been through much, so the leave/say the most insensetive comments towards people who've been through tragedies, they treat it like fickle gossip. If you can't empathize fine, but somethings you'd think reasoning skills would kick in, because you don't need empathy to use your brain to come to proper conclusions.

 

[Justmehere]

F*ck you moth. Hahahahaha. I relish your demise.

 

[ILoveLife]

Dear literally f*cking upstairs neighbours,

It's not my fault my bedroom is just below yours, as it isn't your fault either.
And I'm the first person to tell you to throw a party and have fun, I really am.
But yesterday and today this has reached epic proportions.
I can empathise with your rhythmic abilities, I understand if you need to practice for whatever it is your practicing.
In a nutshell, I don't mind the occasional bang through the ceiling, the both of you banging loudly, the fact that I can hear all your phone conversations and you making soup. None of it is your fault and I can sympathise with having a life.
But... But I f*cking need to sleep. Its f*cking rude to spend these many hours banging on your drums, not allowing me some rest. I've asked and pleaded to no avail. Tonight I'm calling the cops.
Do like the rest of us hippies do and go practice drums in parks. There's a great one just on the right of the building.

Thank you for understanding,
f*ck you very much.
Sietz.

 

[littleoc]

If one more person advocating for “queer rights” thinking I’ll care about them because I’m gay hands me one of those stupid f*cking fliers with that stupid f*cking graphic of a ten year old holding the hand of a GROWN ASS MAN OR PETTING A GOAT I’m going to f*cking ban them from the f*cking university, f*cking pricks

 

[Teasel]

Wanler

 

[LuckiLee]

Getting really f*cking pissed when other people fill J's stress cup! He and I don't need this sh*t! F*cking psycho's!!

 

[Friday]

I am 6 feet tall.
YOU are 6 foot 4.

Therefore, I know for a fact that YOU know that I can’t see the vent filters when I’m cooking. The only reason YOU know that the vent filters were missing is because you Bent. Over. And. Looked... because you were looking for something to be pissed off at me about... and them not being clean is one of your pet gripes. Not just a regular pet, but the foo-foo poodle with a manicure and hair bows :shifty: Named Duchess Poopington. The Third. From the Georgia Poopingtons, of course, not the Alabama Poopingtons, whom we all know are coarse. Because you gripe at me about oil dripping out of them the same motherf*cking day they’ve been washed, because those drops are not oil but condensed STEAM. Because your vent sucks on anything but high & oh noooooooo it’s so “loud” on high, turn it down. You wanted it turned down I think purely to gripe at me about the so called oil. Which. We. Have. Proven. On. Multiple. Occasions. Is. Not. Oil. Why is it never oil? Because I wash the motherf*cking things every week. They don’t need to be done every week. I still do them, just to get you to shut up about the motherf*cking vents. But nooooooooo.

So now, I’m supposed to somehow know that 2 days after washing them, and before anyone has even used the stove, you’ve decided to wash them and I’m supposed to magically know this how???

:banghead::banghead::banghead:

Just trifling. Trifling.

 

[frogthroat]

People are too selfish and complicated for me and I get tired of being lambasted with Dr. Feel Good bulshit especially when it comes to mental health shit.
You know what? Reality is subjective and possibly a simulation so why do I give a f*ck? Maybe I really don't and that's the big problem. I just think everything is shit and I'm bored as f*ck.

 

[Friday]

f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck fuuuuuuuuuuck.

 

[Freemartin]

Yo f*ck this f*cking trauma bullshit!

Excuse me but how is it supposed to be possible to actually f*cking heal when every f*cking thing f*cks you over. Not to mention your own f*cking brain is eating itself alive and the only f*cking coping tools you have are mal-f*cking-adaptive and need to be ditched. So here you are, symptomatic as f*ck, because guess what? You are trying to heal. Oh yeah, that's right - every attempt at healing gets punished by these f*cking symptoms having a field day f*cking with your brain. Because, you know, you deserve to suffer because you were made to suffer earlier. So it's only fair that trying to get over it you need to engage in this painful-as-f*ck treatment which makes your suffering worse. Doesn't seem fair to you? It's probably just a cognitive distortion, which, by the way, is one more thing that's wrong with you which you must struggle to get rid of.