Why are we so obsessed with how we look? Nobody gives a shit, you just need to look like you're vaguely alive. Clothes are a waste of time too, as long as they fit who cares if they look good? Fashion's fleeting and for those who don't care it's like wandering into an alien world. Life chucks curveballs, you wonder why you're still here, and frankly by the time you die you're too old to notice what's going on. People make fun of you when you're young, then bitch about you behind closed doors when you're older. Girls are stupid, shallow creatures who don't know their Satie from their Schubert, and boys aren't much better. You don't mature until you're a teenager, and even then you gotta wait til 16 to get any sort of intelligence there. Those who mature at a young age get called "prematurely middle-aged" among other names, and making a success of your life is deemed more ridiculous than getting laid and ending up with either an STI or a baby or both.
"Life's shit. Deal with it." was my motto for the first 15 years of my life. Still is, I just don't talk about how hurt I am. I wanted to be a teacher. Two universities turned me down, two haven't replied yet. Life sucks right now. My housemate fractured my face and broke my glasses. No apology, no money for the cost of new glasses, I only asked for £40 to pay for frames and he couldn't give me that. Stupid Tory bastard, always has to be right and be in the right. Can't accept other opinions, won't admit he's wrong, no wonder he's everything I hate about men. Sometimes you wonder why you bother, but then you realise that you do it just to hurt yourself. Masochism at its finest.
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