Dear Manager:
I want to tell the truth because I'm shit at lying and it's obvious that the excuse I made when I phoned in sick last week was a fake.
I'm scared if I'm not honest I'll lose my job.
But I'm scared if I am honest and say that I couldn't go to work because I had a mental health crisis and ended up at A+E getting stitches while I should have been thinking about getting ready for work I'll lose my job.
Doyou wish you're ovaries had not fucked up and you'd only had him? I love him but we both know hes more of a human than I will ever be. That I'm fecking useless and hes everthing thats good in a person. I'm sorry your ovaries fucked up and you got stuck with me.
Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk
I'm crazy, need my prescription filled
Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you
A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison, too
If u want the Rainbow,u gotta put up with the Rain
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: London
I am currently:
I probably shouldnt blame you for being...the opposite of bright. And its probably my fault I dont have much patience for stupidity. But honestly I really think if you actually tried you could engage your brain! You're a good friend, and you're sweet and kind and loving...but you're so simple and a lot of the time I feel like I'm hanging out with a ten year old because the things you come out with are so stupid.
'Where did I go wrong
My life's a bargain basement, all the good shits gone
I am so very, very, very jealous. It hurt seeing you. I'm horrible for being jealous and I'm sorry and I should just be so very, very, happy for you. But I am simply so very jealous.
Thank you. You probably don't even realise it but you make me feel included, like I might possibly deserve a friend and it is really really helpful.
Shame it doesn't last for long.
Always seem to get things just that little bit wrong.
"don't wish, don't start, wishing only wounds the heart"
SFE, You are actually taking the piss! Make your instructions clearer! It costs me money to keep sending these bloody forms back to you! Argh you're so infuriating!
Let us go then you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky, like a patient etherized upon a table
- T.S. Elliot