Okay lets start off here.
Today, January 27, is the worst day of my life.
I hate today.
I will never be happy on this day of any year.
Why the fuck wont people leave me alone? "Oh, Izzy my life sucks and is so worthless
and no one loves me. I need someone to talk to me, and I know you will ..etc" You
know what FUCK ALL OF YOU. I mean that with a lot of kindness. Ever to stop and thing
I have problems to? No? Oh, yeah that's because I don;t expect ANYONE to fucking
care. Yeah, I have what 2 people I can really trust? And even then it takes a lot for
me to tell them EVERYTHING. I only trusted one person. Guess what.. They're gone.
Life's a bitch everyone fucking accept. No ones going to put up with all of your shit
for too long. Think about other people for a fucing change. Think about "Hey, maybe
they have problems too" Guess what I do. I alway.. ALWAYS.. listen to everyone tell
me there problems and try to help them as much as they can. What pisses me off is
when you people complain about the same god thing over and over again. GUESS WHAT. No
one is going to help you if you won't fucking listen to what they can. I honestly
think most of you fag fucks like being depressed and shit. You don;t do anything to
fix what's bothering you. Oh, and I can't fix every fucking thing. Everyone depends
on me too fucking much. Hey. Cure and Nikki thanks for appreciating me. yeah yeah
"Izzy everyone loves you. You;re nice..." blah blah blah. I'm too fucking nice. I'm
tierd of being so fucking nice. People just run me the fuck over. Yeah, I'm ranting.
I don't care. Got a problem with it? QUIT FUCKING READING IT.<3 Do I want sympathy?
FUCK NO. I want people to actually atleast pretend they give to fucks about me. Too
much to ask to fucking pretend? Well, I'm sorry I'm so needy then. I don't care if
people read this and stop being my friends. I don;t care if people read this and feel
the need to talk to me. And people who have their heads up their asses and think
they're better than everyone. Quit reading this if you have a life and it's so
fucking perfect. I'm done being the nice guy. I'm done being the person people run
to. I'm done being put through a fucking guilt trip. I'M DONE. Do I love my life?
Yes. I do. I love it a lot now-a-days. Do I love how people treat me? No. I hate it.
I can't stand it. The human race sickens me to the fullest extinct. I'm not saying I
hate you all. I'm not saying that y'all are bad friends. I'm not saying I'd be better
off with out anyone. I'm saying to act like you care. If not to me. At least someone
else. The world is filled with people and some starving. So why the fuck is everyone
complaining about petty shit?
Thank you Dean and Ricky for making me laugh today.
Last edited: 29 January 2011
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