Rant, rave, rage and riot *la*

[a7xcncangel]

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[amyfairy]

I'm a TWAT!

[Peege]

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stop it! for fuck's sake!!!!!
i already count enough calories and worry enough about what i eat without you talking about it constantly and mocking what i do/don't eat.
it's none of your fucking business. you barely know me. you may find it highly amusing but you have no idea how hard you make it to eat anything at work...
and now you're researching negative calories?!?! that you didn't know existed! lucky you. and fuck you!!!

[Stefani140]

I have fucking had it with this job, with these customers, with everything! If they didn't give me such little hassle about being online and talking to my BF so much, I would have quit a year ago! I cannot call these damn people. I cannot do it. I get so anxious just thinking about it that I can barely breathe, I start to shake, I can't think straight and I want to cry and SI until next week. It was not part of my job description when I got hired here that I'd have to call people. Now you want to fucking change it and I CAN'T!! Can I tell you that...no of course not, because then I lose my job for being a complete nutcase.


THEN, I actually get up the nerve to call this particular guy 4 fucking times! He never answers his damn phone, and then sends me another request to call him today! What the hell am I supposed to do? Contact him telepathically? Smoke signals? Telegraph?! I am not bothering with him again, ever....if you don't like it, fire me. You're lucky I don't just quit anyway.

[steady hands]

NO.

YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDE THIS FOR ME.

IT'S MY FUCKING LIFE.
LET ME FUCK IT UP.

[a7xcncangel]

Fuck you!!

[HakunaMatata]

You fucking idiot. If you can afford to borrow money from me this week and pay it back on payday, why can't you not borrow money and pay me back for some of the £500 you already owe me?! I'm fed up of you borrowing my money and making an already tight financial situation worse. You're 27, take some responsibility and sort your goddamn finances out so it's not me that suffers. I am getting seriously fed up of you. You work part-time, so pull your weight around the freaking flat instead of leaving it all to me, I'm fed up of bloody empty promises.

[a7xcncangel]

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You are the biggest asshole I've ever met. It takes a lot to make me completely hate someone, but congratu-fucking-lations, you just did it. You are a back stabbing, man hoe, faggot, freak, ugly, annoying, arrogant, crazy, fucked up, ignorant, lustful, selfish, motherfuckig piece of shit. Go burn in hell. I hope your life sucks because you screwed mine up. Nothing can be done to heal the psychological wounds you dealt me. Now all I can do is sit here with this immense anger towards you. You're a fake. Your body is digusting, your cock is ugly, your breath stinks, your pits reeks, your hair is revolting, everything about you makes me sick to my stomach. I wouldn't be suprised if I see your ugly face on the sex offender list one day.

You're an abuser, you're a player, you're a fag, you're a dirty scum bag, dipshit, cocksucking, motherfucking, godamn, self centered, cocky jew. I hope you regret this. I hope you weep in dispair. Go fuck yourself you fucking fucktard. I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU! Just go away, I never want to see your ugly face again. You can go burn in hell and I wouldn't give a shit.

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[amyfairy]

oh fuck off you pompous knob.

[MapleSyrup]

My GOD I HATE my family!!! Sister acts like the sweet, perfect mature one whenever Mom is around, so naturally Mom always takes her side in EVERYTHING! I'm always the fucking bad guy, but the minute Mom leaves, I get bitched at, cussed out, belittled and every other form of verbal/mental abuse my controlling, manipulative bitch of a Sister can possibly think of. I SWEAR, she stays up nights thinking of new ways to torture me!!! YOU ARE THE REASON I HAVE SO MANY ISSUES THAT LEAD ME TO SI

[Stefani140]

I can't do that! No one fucking understands. This is not the job I signed up for. I signed up for a job where I didn't have to talk to people for a damned good reason. I can't do it. It gives me a panic attack just thinking about it. I honestly feel like I want to puke right now. Just leave the me FUCK ALONE and let me do the job I was hired for!!

[amyfairy]

i want to say fuck it all but i know i'd be wrong.
so i won't.
everything can change in a heartbeat and i know i'll feel happy again.

what a rubbish text you sent.
stop playing it cool.
you said i was gorgeous and today, just once, i fucking believe it.

[handmade mute]

To all the fuckers in my life right now, a mass hate mail.

Yes, it was lovely of you to ask me to photograph your friends relatives horses pet monkeys wedding or whatever, but don't get pissed that I'm charging for my services. Fuck you, it's a business. I may give freebies to my friends, but not to everyone on their flist. Sorry, but no. I'm not here to take photos of everyone you know for free. And $300 is a pretty fucking sweet deal for what they were getting, given most of that would have gone on petrol. Good luck finding someone who'll do it cheaper and manage decent photos.
Boss, yes, it's fantastic to be working. I actually love it. But chill the fuck out. Stop changing your mind every five minutes about what you want, and only giving me vague, cryptic instructions. You are not Yoda, dude, so figure out what you want and lemme know in clear sentences. I'm a good writer. I kick ass at it. If the letters aren't what you're after, maybe it's because you're not actually telling me what you want. And that 'oh, I can't trust you to show up because of your mood swings' remark? It makes you the worst kind of motherfucker, for the record. I've shown up, even though you've yet to organise my pay because you've yet to organise the business plan. I've worked my ass off, and even when I've been struggling, I've shown up. Only when I was too sick to work, or the ferries weren't running, did I not show up before that comment. Even then I worked from home. I worked my ass off, I was reliable, and I worked far more than the 3 days you wanted me, so how the fuck am I suddenly not reliable? Asshat, you are so much less reliable than I am. And now, the only reason I'm not there lately (when there is actually work for me) is the oh so fun task of watching my partners grandfather die.
Yes, I get you're having a bad day. You're having lots of them. But please pretend to give a fuck about me. It'd be nice to be able to at least pretend your listening. And yes, I'm compulsively picking at my skin lately. It's a coping mechanism, and means I'm a step away from SI. This is not an invitation for you to pick at me, too. Pick at yourself, dammit.
Crazy lady, I loathe you and hope you fall down some stairs into some type of fire. You've done the vague threats about making false alligations against my partner, and frankly, if you try it, you're mine. No one's been stupid enough to really piss me off lately, and I need someone to verbally dissect. Try it. I promise you I'm scarier than you'll ever manage to be.
PSP guy. Hi, it was inappropriate that I did a photography job for you, but I did it. I even dealt with my last two sessions being more about you and your festival than about my burning need to SI. But, given the mass of abandonment issues, maybe it would have been better for you to have a vague clue when you're contract is up. Do we have any more sessions? What happens now? Oh, yeah, you have no idea. Thanks for that.
In laws, please keep the crazy to a manageable level. I get your stressed, and I'm sympathetic, but only to a point. Spending your days competing to see who has the stupidest reason to blame themselves for an old man dying is not productive, nor do I have sympathy for the sobbing that results. I think it's stupid. You suck enough to have a good many reasons to really feel bad, why waste time coming up with fictional ones? And leave your damn mother alone, will you? She's watching the love of her life slowly die. If she wants to nag him into eating in order to not say goodbye quite so soon, that's her call. Pretend to have empathy; how would you feel in her shoes?
PSP guy again. Hi. After 2 years, you've given a throwaway diagnosis, which I appreciate, but also feel I led you to by being, well, manic that day. A guess as to what's wrong is great and all, but what I kinda needed was for you to tell me what to do from here. And official diagnosis might be nice, or systems in place for the sudden, random stopping of sessions with you for no apparent reason a month or so earlier than expected.
Ex: fuck you. Hard. With a sharp rock. Go away, and stop randomly showing up and making life that much harder.
Perv: back off. Dude, you're married, and you're creepy looking. There isn't enough alcohol and drugs in the world to make me fucked up enough that you're an option. Please, stop being a sleeze, and go spend some time with the idiot that married you, you ugly fucker.
To everyone whinging that I've not spent my year constantly writing, calling or visiting: fuck off. I'm starting a new job, starting my own business, dealing with my family, the in laws, and every fucking thing else that has been an issue for the past entirity of my life. It's wacky, but I'm not alive merely as your dancing fucking monkey. Get a hobby, or spank your inner moppet, and realise that I have very little time to fit a great number of people into. My mother went overseas nearly two months ago and I still haven't had a chance to see her. So back the fuck off.
No, I haven't got my learners yet. No, it's not because I'm lazy. It's actually because I've been lumped with a fuckload of expenses in order to work for free, and I can't afford to do both. Yes, I'd love to be driving, but unless you're offering to pay for lessons, shut up.
MIL: yes, I haven't been to work lately. This is because there isn't actually anything for me to do, and because I'm doing the whole emotional support thing for your child, my partner. Please stop making digs about it. I get that you feel entitled to do so, after all, you're a rabid bitch, but really, it's got nothing to do with you, and it's not a paid job, so it's not exactly costing us money. It's actually saving it. And no, I'm not sitting on my ass doing nothing, even if I'm not at work I'm still actually working.
I have not slept properly in about a week. This is the most severe bout of it I've had, and I'm overtired, overcranky and struggling to focus and keep my frustration in check. If you don't like getting in trouble, stop doing stupid shit.

That is all.

[Stefani140]

I am seriously going to kill someone at this office!! I don't wanna fucking train people and then you make me, and all in the middle of very serious conversations about getting married with Steve. And it keeps being interrupted and its pissing me the fuck off! Enough already!

[Geek101]

I fucking hate myself right now! All for a couple of really stupid things GAAAAAAAAHHHHH.

[sunflowerwoman]

life sucks and is so fucked up!
let's see where should i begin?........
....with my immediate family and aunt and cousins
hearing me call my niece a BRAT and having her never be anything
but angel except the other day, and not her fault, she is only 2.
......one of my jobs literally reducing my hours to nothing!!
...and to top it all off my uncle commited sucide.

life is fucked up...
...and does anyone give a shit????

[MapleSyrup]

**LA**














WHAT the FUCKING HELL??? WHO DOES THAT? SERIOUSLY?? MEN SUCK. They never fucking grow up! We had an awesome night, you add me on FB, don't call. Don't call. Don't call. I message you, and okay I get it, you don't go online often, but I KNOW YOU WERE ON FB TODAY, you did a stupid test, and you STILL DON'T MSG ME BACK. YOU ASSHOLE. I really liked you! What the hell did I do so wrong?

WHO THE HELL ADDS SOMEONE ON FB IF THEY'RE NOT GOING TO FUCKING CALL?!?!?!?!?!?!?! AAARRRRRGGGGG!!!!!

Yeah, yeah, I know. . . 'He's just not that into you.' Whatever.

[handmade mute]

You prissy little fucker. You stupid, arrogant, selfish little fuck.

I loathe you. This isn't some passing thing, this is a 'I wouldn't turn the hose on if you were on fire' thing. You sicken me, you cheap fucker.

How dare you. It's not about you. I know this is a shock to you because your a raging narcissist, but unless you're the one in the coffin (if only), it's not about you. Yes, it would be fun for your ex wifes other kids to be in the paper, but unless you're chipping in the extra $ to pay for the added word count, too bad. How shocking that when the notion of you paying for your own obit came up, or chipping in for the extra, suddenly it wasn't such a big deal. God knows you're more upset about the loss of a meal ticket than a father. Also, dumbass, it's an obituary, so what part of it is fun? They're not related to him. Fuck, he's flat out said I'm a grandkid, and yet I don't make it in there. Do you see me hair flipping about it? Of course not. It's mentioning his immediate family, not yours.

Idiot.

Your dying father asked me to get up at his funeral and pass on a message. He wanted me to tell you all that he loved you. And so now, that can't happen. One of his final wishes isn't going to happen because you're a fucking diva who wants to flounce around and play the victim. And, irony of fucking ironys, because you're being a brat I can't even simply go and pass on the messages to your kids, because even though you were told on the day what he said (and scoffed at it, you motherfucker piece of shit), you'll bitchfit if you don't get one. Here's the thing, being around you right now makes me want to punch you in the face. You mocked the fuck outta it last time, you don't get a retell. You make enough shit up in your life, make it up. God knows you'd only hear what you wanted from me anyway.

Your a prick, and if there was any justice in the world, you'd be in the fucking box.

[Spidey]

<b>FUCK. YOU.</b>

[jadestarwalking]

Fuck men. They all suck, the only one I trust is the baby. Fuck it! I can't trust anyone anymore. I hate it! I hate them! I just want all this bullshit to end.