i make things seem way bigger than they really are. i complain. sometimes i sit in this big pile of complaints i have laying in the corner of my room. its funny to pick some of the up and look at what i complained about that day.
"I hate work"
"but he doesnt like me"
"im so jealous you have a boyfriend"
"my life sucks"
"i never go anywhere"
"im loosing all my friends"
this pile keeps getting bigger and bigger by the second. i love to complain. and i will complain until i get my way. i have only made it an art. but really none of these are really that bad to where i need to complain. at work i make money, money makes the world go round. if he doesnt like me im sure some other guy will in .25 seconds. im not really jealous you have a boyfriend im happy you do. my life doesnt suck, it fuckin rocks actually. im not loosing all my friends, we are just growing up. i make the worse of everything. i need to just get the fuck over it and stop all my bitchin!
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but ive gotten so good at i think i might keep it up for a few more months.
*You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it.* -Art Buchwald
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