I seriously need a life.
If I had one, I wouldn't get so overworked over some retarded little asswipe, being all immature and thinking he is so fucking high, above everyone else. Downright fucking elitist. I HATE elitists.
Yeees, I'm on about Kumbychat again. But honestly. It's so fucking stupid.
... I'M fucking stupid too, for even bothering. Lemme shoot myself in the foot the next time I think about ranting over such an idiotic thing.
No. Actually. I just realised. He feels insecure because he didn't get the joke of people calling me "Rietard" (c'moon, laugh, it's funny), and so he takes his issues out on me.
Fucking 17-year old. Jesusfuck.
//end Kumbyrant.
I feel kinda sad.
And repressed.
All my sarcastic chuckles and amused lifts of an eyebrow at various stupid people are all in vain. I've no-one there to share them with me. Ha.
It's funny.
Wait.
No it's not.
It's sad. In a bad way. In a pathetic way.
Yes. I am pathetic.
Totally.
These walls are closing in on me again. My fear of the outdoors, or more like my fear of leaving my flat conflicts with the supressing feeling I have when I'm at home. It's getting worse. Feels like my head's exploding. Or I am exploding, then being pieced back together, and exploding and...
fuck.
Shut up.
See? Won't be long before I go crazy for real.
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