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Insert Swearish Rant Here

Okay, I'm so f*cking fed up with this motherf*cking post-traumatic sh*t!!
Like, it wasn't bad enough when it happened? Did I not suffer badly enough in the hands of my f*cking abuser douchebags?? Apparently no, now I have to be stuck with this whole f*cking host of mind-b*ggering symptoms. Every goddamn day I have to fight these crazy insane thought and urges.

Like, really, life?! What the f*ck is up with this sh*t?
 
Rant number motherf*cking two about this goddamned PTS-f*cking-D.

I HATE this, i really f*cking hate this sh*tty f*cking clusterf*ck of a disease!

Right now it's a beautiful f*cking day, a little snow, the good ol' sun is shining, a nice bloody weather. So yeah, let's have f*cking flashback, 'cause the world is so motherf*cking beautiful. (One cluster of my traumas happened in this kind of a weather, so right f*cking now a sunny day with snow in late autumn equals humiliation, helplessness and all that cr*p.)

F*ck this sh*t to the motherf*cking moon and back!
 
Aaaaargh.

Back to doing the hating myself for talking thing.

:banghead:

f*ck you, too, avoidance. And whatever horse you rode in on. Whether it's just defect of character or symptomatic IDGAF, I don't give a good god damn. It's an absolutely ridiculous and completely useless response. You wanna hate yourself? Fine. How about do it for something worthwhile? It's not a short list. Pick one. Or -maybe even better- pick something you hate you might could actually do something about. Lazy. Just because hate talking = STFU = easy ...doesn't mean that's what we should be doing! Stupid motherf*cking useless waste of perfectly good energy...

FFS what the hell do you think is going to happen? NVM. Your very cheerful list of very bad things is just as retarded. Wake the f*ck up.

Talking. :rolleyes: Clearly soooo worth gutting yourself over. Goddamn coward.

Having words with myself. :shifty: Joy.
 
Honest to goodness, f*ck all the d*mn exams. Stupid, f*cking, stressful exams.
Ridiculous, stupid, entirely avoidable.
There is no reason to time them either. What's the purpose in making someone rush. STUPID.
 
To the three people who swerved to cut me off and get into my lane, you need to start paying attention,obviously you do not know what you are doing at all when you are driving. The three of you were in the wrong lane and were only thinking of getting into the lane you needed.

I am so annoyed, frustrated and angry at all three of you for giving me such a fright. I hate what you did and you scared the hell out of me!!!!! I had the presence of mind to drive defensively at this rudeness and selfishness of yours and I have had it.

Think a lot of swear words directed at you. I was so scared each time and I know you gave my guardian anger overtime stress today. Once I made it home I felt like kissing the ground that I did not get in a big accident today which would have been a complete horror show. f*ck you for being so concerned with getting ahead and the sad fact this is, because you did not get to where you needed to go faster, because of the heavy traffic.

Is the smog getting to your pea brains? What the hell is so wrong with you. You are lucky I did not honk my horn at you idiots.:confused::confused::eek::eek::eek::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:
 
f*ck the f*cking f*ckery and fakeness known as the hellidays. So much plastic shit that never goes away once it's created, so much killing/dying done in the name of "celebration", supposed nourishment, and "treating ourselves" - be it the animals many eat or the hue-mans dying a long slow painful death from doing so...so many fake foods, fake moods, and fictional-based bullshit in multiple books deemed to be more sacred than the lives it takes to keep it all going...to keep folks feeling guilty/weird/left out/"evil" for not playing all the pre-determined reindeer games....and to keep folks deeply in debt...even deeper than they likely already were, by buying presents or by later footing the medical bills brought about by our celebratory choices, or both.

Emotional manipulation/marketing at its finest. Yet another way to purposefully and very willingly desecrate the whole human race via highly celebrated ignorance that continues to "joyfully" f*ck up the planet by highly disrespecting the environment and the self in the process. Ummm...there is no extra planet to order up and replace this one with. Although it may be by now, for all I know. I haven't checked the catalogues for years. Imagine if we did all of that fa-la-la-la-la niceties every day and purposefully gave thanks everyday, just because it's another day we have the chance to share joy and shit, rather than waiting around all f*cking year to try to squeeze it all in at once because a certain day has been deemed by others to be "the day" we must celebrate.

I forget exactly who said it, but damn if they didn't have the right idea....."Every day is a helliday (although they said holiday) and every meal is a banquet". Sighs. This time of year brings out all of my rage and hurt feelings of decades gone by, mainly because there's no place to ever escape it...even at home....via the internet, radio, tv...then I decide to get out of the house and I'm faced with billboards, every damn store/restaurant/gas station/thrift shop/community event/any outdoor speaker playing music/etc. is all bombarded with the bullshit. Having that much fakery be such a huge and very painful part of the shaky achy and breaky foundation known as self, that almost took me out of this existence, has been both the best and the worst thing that's ever happened to me. Off to the land of the misfit toys, I go. The only space I can feel real while I keep learning how to heal.
 
I just got called by the most stuck-up, prude, smug lady I have ever met. If I were to guess what she looked like, I´d say probably a cross-breed between a shriveled prune and an uptight lemon. She must have a pretty shitty life or hate her job, because this is how the conversation went when I had a missed call and called her back:

me "Hi this is Rad, you called"
shriveled lemon "I really can´t help you, any one of my colleagues could have called you"
me "your colleagues did not leave any voice mail, so I don´t know which one of them called"
shriveled lemon "oh wait, I called you"

shriveled lemon: "I called because you were interested in this apartment, what´s your income"
me: "I´m on disability income, but the house qualifies for rent subsidy, I could easily pay it"
shriveled lemon: (goes on a rant about people with disability incomes and how I am a liability)
me "okay I get it. Let me know if you have an offer suited to my income"

shriveled lemon: (goes on a rant about people who expect to be called with an offer)
me: (puts down phone on table, waits until the rant is over)
shriveled lemon: (finishes rant)
me: "okay good day" (hangs up)

Jesus H. I suggest either yoga, a massage parlor, or having surgery to remove that stick from your ass.
That would be a fine idea. People like this have jobs just so they can spread their misery around. :facepalm:
 

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