"Why are you all going to Sonisphere and I'm not, it's not fucking fair!"
"I hate you all!"
"Why won't you give me a job, I'm amazing!"
"WHY IS IT FUCKING RAINING?!"
"Why do you keep stealing things from me and pretending that they are yours and always have been?"
"Your stupid, smug face makes me want to poke sharp things at it!"
"No, those don't look good on you, at all. In fact, they just highlight the fact that you have freakishly small ears!"
"You smell of poo!!"
"HOW IS IT THURSDAY ALREADY?!?"
HOWEVER, I am a grown up, and as such I shall refrain from vocalising any of my discontent. I am mature and old enough to accept that you can't have everything in life, especially when you haven't done a modicum to deserve it. I understand that job = money = things and without one, I can't moan that I can't have things. I'll just passively-aggressively blog about it like the grumpy teenage girl I feel like on the inside today.
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