you bore me
please stop texting, i feel rude if i dont reply but please just FUCK OFF
last christmas
i gave you my heart
the very next day
your body rejected the transplant and you died
HA!
Uni is properly starting to fuck me off now, im paying 3 and a half grand for 10 hours a week, i work triple that in the same fucking time. So far they’ve taught me nothing more about psychology than i already knew and say if i want to know more i have to read up on it myself, and that’s of the lecturers even bother to show up, I’m in for an hour next week, AN HOUR, because they are all otherwise engaged.One of them actually said to day I’ve already got my first so i really don’t give a shit what you do, cheers for the vote of fucking confidence love, i can see you’re in the right line of work, seriously have you considered motavational speaking. I might of well of done a fucking open university course if i knew i was just going to be teaching myself. Seriously losing interest in the whole thing.
My addictive nature is just getting silly now, i’ve been listening to the same song on repeat for an hour now and it’s not even getting old.
An old Italian gentleman lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Papa
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Papa, Don’t dig up that garden. That’ s where the bodies are buried. Love, Vinnie
At 4 a.m. The next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Papa, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances. Love you, Vinnie
Erghh I actually feel so sick, like literally sick to my stomach. If I thought about it I could probably cry, like seriously what have I got myself into, frustration isn’t even the word. I want so badly just to cut you out and then I get a glimmer of hope and boom shot down. It’s not even like I didn’t know it was going to end up like this but fuck me I wish it hadn’t. It’s constantly on my mind, like everyday and everything you say about it and just like yeah, I’m here for you, when really i doin’t want to hear a fucking word of it. You make me feel sick.
