Most Forgiven Posts
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backstory: Rachel and I were friends from 2nd grade up until last year. We were really close. During middle school, there was a boy named Rylie that had an annoying crush on me. I’m the type of person that will be a complete and total bitch if our feelings are not the same. If you like me more than I like you, that’s a problem, and I will be a bitch to you so you will hate me and stop crushing on me. It’s just who I am. Anyways, that’s exactly what I did to Rylie. I was a complete bitch to him.
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Walking to pick my wife up from work…I blew out my knee crossing a street, slid on the ice and now can barely walk. I had to limp and drag my foot leg back home. I’m playing it off that I fell asleep and wearing track pants right now. I’m in Canada on a visitor visa and have no insurance nor do I have a car to go back to America. The discoloration indicates I might need surgery. But my wife is 8 months pregnant and I can’t leave her. Let’s hope it sort of heals tomorrow. Her happiness, needs,
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So I saw this picture on my Facebook Feed and at first I thought it was just another generic graduation picture so I decided to read the caption since those are usually entertaining. Then holy fucking gawd when it got to the part where you thank your parents for spending tons of money on your crapness, the bitch in the grad photo actually called her mother “Mum.” And I seriously can’t explain why I hate that so much BUT PLEASE PEOPLE YOU CAN ONLY CALL YOUR MOTHER “MUM” IF THAT’S HOW YOU
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I just want to die but I’m too weak to actually off myself. My life is just full of disapointment and no one likes me anyways. I’m so fucking awkward and can’t make friends and the friends I do have think I’m capable of horrable things. I fucking can’t even spell. I have no purpose. I can’t take it anymore my father doesn’t even love me he only comes to see me because he wants to get back with my mom. I try and talk to people and they block me out of their lives forever. I’m annoying I’m ugly,
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I really have to rant. It’s keeping me up. I mean to offend no-one. So working in retail, and I don’t know if it’s my experience in Leicester that might be bias, considering it’s multicultural circumstance, but 90% of those of Indian descent think they are an exception to the rules of social etiquette. Why do they think they can bring 10 items to the till and then say ‘oh I don’t want those 9 anymore’ and leave all their crap with me. Or ‘this one has been out on the shop floor;give me a
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That freckly-assed son of a bitch has just damn near shoved me over the brink. There I was, just cruisin’ along, minding my own goddamn business. All of a sudden, I get a letter in the mail from my health insurance company. They are going to cancel my insurance policy, which I was payin’ $430 bucks a month for. That covered me, the old lady, and a pair of youngsters that turned up over the years. It was just the right amount of insurance for my taste. It would have kept me out of bankruptcy if
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After I found out you and my fiance fucked while I was out of town I calmly confronted you and you filed a restraining order against me. I hope you have a miserable pathetic life, that’s more than you deserve.
Today one of my “friends” was complaining how her life was boring. How every morning she got up at the same time, walked to school and did the same thing everyday. How her friends did nothing interesting and how she never looks forward to something. I wanted to tell her but I couldn’t find myself too, “I would rather have a boring life. I would rather not dread when ever the phone rings or whenever my mom gets a text from her brothers. I’m scared that one day my oldest uncle is going to finally
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a lot of things to say. a lot of things to be done but nothing is happening. i always feel alone even though they are there. a lot of people love me but i don’t feel anything. i’m damaged. i’m broken… and still breaking down.
i made a name for myself and it’s been successful. many people admired what i did… some hated it… i really don’t care.
i’m jealous of kids playing without a care in the world…. and making worlds of their own. their own world to live in and be happy. i once had a world
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I come onto this ranting site, wanting to rant out all my trouble and confessions. but with each paragraph I write, i end up deleting. I wanna say everything that is in my mind. things that hurts me and pisses me off. but its just too much to write. the words sound so much better in my head compared to when i write it down. i wish there was a way to transfer my thoughts onto the screen right here. lets just say, i feel betrayed, hurt, sad, disgusted, pissed off, annoyed and irritated of my life
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I despise men’s clothes especially pants and T-shirts. There are some male short- Short pants for running/jogging of course. But they are not my stuff because they expose hideous leg muscles and hairs. I think no country but Myanmar sells skirts for men ;/ Sadly men must wear very long pants or short pants with very awkward length because of their bulged “limbs”, hideous leg muscles and hairs. And that bulged “limbs” make exposure of every underwear very hideous. In other words being a dude
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I’ve always been skeptical over true love. I for one know that there are boys, there are men, and there are gentlemen. I’ve always wanted to be the prince charming for my girlfriend but yet, I feel crushed that I don’t get that back.
Everyday, I think about her, honestly I’m extremely in love with my girlfriend. During movies, dates, sightseeing, walks, my attention is mostly on her. I’ve always acknowledged her when she’s with her friends or when i’m with my friends. Not once have I told her
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It’s always circle jerk time for Chucah the Clown! It loves to sit around in the past, crying over how jealous it is that it hasn’t ever done anything interesting or original in it’s life, weeping for it’s own irrelevance. Just a man child and his puppet, jerking each other’s wieners because it’s too sad to talk to a human. Pot portly Chucah. One day you might become human, but first you must open your eyes and allow yourself up feel in the moment.
You are not Mexican. You are not Cajun. You are definitely not Indian. You are not anything but FAT. Being fat does not make you a part of any interesting ethnic group. If you think Cinco de Mayo is called Sincko del Myo or that Dia de Los Muertos is called Dias de la Muertes, you do not get to call yourself Mexican. As a Mexican, I’m appealed that you’d consider yourself one of us.
look, i know we all work in an office and we all call people all day but if you think i am talking too loudly just tell me to my face. i know you all don’t like me, i know you never invite me to lunch with everyone else, i know that you guys talk about me, just tell me what you don’t like and i can fix it. either that or i will respect you more than when you complain to my supervisor. i do my job, i try to be friendly, but i know i don’t fit in here. i am here to work, not please any of you.
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