Met a person at work who had no hobbies other than work and school. I feel sorry for the guy, but.. at the same time I don't. How can you not have hobbies? You have to do at least SOMETHING while you're not doing anything. I mean even playing games is a hobby.
I hate feeling so helpless. I don't know what to do. I don't feel worth anything when I can't help...
Stop acting like a prick, you and your actions are just making people see you as an autistic and hypocritical kid, even though nobody dares to tell you this. Not just you, your annoying little friend, too.
Pls stop, guys you're not gods... We all do mistakes in our life, you can forgive me , even though I did it... I wont do it again, we are not robots... we are humans... Do something nice for the community and forgive, think about the others
I feel like I should have something to say here, but the endless disappointments have just left me speechless.
I fucking hate you, you little selfish bitch. You're calling me selfish? Look at yourself, you idiot. I'm SO sorry for the days I missed you when you were in the army.
I'm sorry for the things I said to you. I know they weren't in any way fair, the only reason I said them was because I was highly frustrated and needed something or someone to blame. I never meant to blame you; it just happened because you were there. I hope you can forgive me for what I said, because I still love you to bits and I miss you.
I'm too shy to just say it, but I wish I could. I wish things were different between us but they aren't and never will be. It's time to let go of you...
I'm sick and tired of you talking at me and not with me. Perhaps you should listen twice as much as you speak. You're given 2 ears and 1 mouth for a reason. You're a hypocritical dickface and you know it.
Today was a beautiful day, the birds were chirping, the grass was green and the sun was blazing like one giant torch in the sky! I felt that today was a great day to exist on. Phew, feels good to have that off my chest!
You're becoming a shadow of your former self, and in due time you'll just be someone that I used to know. I have a feeling that once I've climbed this mountain and walk down on the other side, with no help from you, the memory of you will be collecting dust in a box somewhere. It's what you want, not me, and I will accept that.