fade to black
I'm back and so's my black mood. what has been a happy-go-lucky little Daria only a week ago has shrunk away into the unhappy being of before the holidays. the crying at nights is back. and so is the feeling I'm worthless. how was I supposed to know that the timespan I'd have to find someone to like me was between 18 and 23? how could I have known that?
closed doors, too fecken' late. I'm a social failure.
yeah boo-hooh go ahead and whine about it some more, ye old hag... go and indulge in your silly "noone loves ya". as if that's gonna help any.
what am I supposed to do now? I can't find a way out. apparently I'm not lovable. apparently there's something deeply wrong with me.
sure, and if you keep thinking about it, it'll just go on and on and on that way forever, like, and then you need more tissues for all your crying and whining. and you can keep on screaming how it's all unfair.. but let's be honest - noone wants to hear or see or read about that.
get on with your g'damn life, there's no other options anyways.
yes there is. suicide.
oh feck off, will ya! that isn't an option. that's just plain dumb. then "they" will win. and in your next life, you'll have the same shit again, do you really really want that?
hmm no, I don't. not really. allthough.. it'd be a different me. and I would've probably forgotten about THIS life by then.
fat fucken' chance, Daria. no such luck. here, take that and blow yer nose, good gal, and now let's not think about it for a couple of hours, my head aches from your rants and ravings.
a typical day with me and me.
closed doors, too fecken' late. I'm a social failure.
yeah boo-hooh go ahead and whine about it some more, ye old hag... go and indulge in your silly "noone loves ya". as if that's gonna help any.
what am I supposed to do now? I can't find a way out. apparently I'm not lovable. apparently there's something deeply wrong with me.
sure, and if you keep thinking about it, it'll just go on and on and on that way forever, like, and then you need more tissues for all your crying and whining. and you can keep on screaming how it's all unfair.. but let's be honest - noone wants to hear or see or read about that.
get on with your g'damn life, there's no other options anyways.
yes there is. suicide.
oh feck off, will ya! that isn't an option. that's just plain dumb. then "they" will win. and in your next life, you'll have the same shit again, do you really really want that?
hmm no, I don't. not really. allthough.. it'd be a different me. and I would've probably forgotten about THIS life by then.
fat fucken' chance, Daria. no such luck. here, take that and blow yer nose, good gal, and now let's not think about it for a couple of hours, my head aches from your rants and ravings.
a typical day with me and me.
posted by daria l'orange at 4:02 pm
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