2004-08-16
Have you ever had that feeling? The one where you're just another fucking tool waiting to be used for someone else's benefit or someone else's fun? You're just there so that they can have a little laugh. You entertain them. Friend? Nah.Well, I might have something to say. And it might even be worthwhile.
That's why I came to diaryland. So that I could actually say something without having to hear everyone else's criticisms about what I'm thinking or what I'm saying. I could just say what I was thinking.
My friends. God, those people. They make me so angry. I say what I'm thinking and I get a look. They criticize me with their looks and words.
I say a cuss word, I get a look. Well, FUCK DAMN SHIT HELL . Oh, and I could say the C-word too if I wanted. I just have that kind of power because all of you people aren't here to think about what I'm doing.
I'm just so angry. Ugh.
Then why do I want reviews then? Why am I asking people to criticize me? Well, I don't know.
Maybe I'm just so dependent on what other people think. Maybe I'm so used to being told what to think and feel that I can't get along without it.
OH damn.
Well, thank you, diaryland.You have given me a place to talk about how I feel without having to know all the bad things people think of my works and writings. You have given me a chance to talk.
Eh, Fuck it.