Fuck 'em

You know what? Fuck 'em.

Fuck the people who make my life hard.

Fuck the unfriends, who ask things from you and give nothing in return.

Fuck the people who want you to give without giving you a reason why.

Fuck my career that asks me to give blood and wait.

Fuck them all.

I don't need friends like the ones I have, I need people. I don't want friends who'll ask favours and never return them, never show gratitude, and generally fuck right off to prevent ever having to admit knowing me.

Mostly, fuck them for getting so under my skin.

Fuck the job I'm supposed to have, that's supposed to be my career and supposed to keep me at a good place in my life.

Fuck my medication that makes me slow-witted and weight-gaining.

Fuck my life that constantly disappoints me, pisses me off, and tries to tempt me with an occasional ray of sunshine.


It may be Christmas, it may be a great time of year, but I know two or three people I can really count on to be good people. The rest can go fuck themselves.

Let's see just how many people actually want anything to do with me. Let's just see if any of my friends, after being gone for a while, want me around. Those that do, great. Those that don't...

Well, we all know where that's going.

As for my job, fuck it. I can't leave, but I don't want to stay. I don't like what it is or who I am, but it's all I've got to hang onto right now, so we'll see where it goes. I don't like waiting, I never have, but I like it even less when there's no indication about when it'll end.

And finally, my life: Fuck it. Fuck the rare moments of happiness followed by crippling sadness. Fuck the triggers that give me bipolar attacks for no fucking reason. Fuck it all.

I just want to pull the trigger and get out of here.