tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14901186236346582992012-01-31T11:30:54.694ZSick of being what others want me to, what I should be. I want to scream and shout what I keep inside me.Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08529106247830877248noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490118623634658299.post-57206206161820001782007-07-29T15:49:00.000+01:002007-08-02T15:53:54.450+01:00

I ma feeling so depressed. I broke up with my boyfriend AND quit my job on the same day. Job in the morning and boyfriend in the evening. I had already decided this in the weekend and on wednesday I was going to break up but they told me int he morning that they "did not need my services" anymore at my job too. So I thought, "shall I postpone the other thing". And the answer from my rational self

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Things are definitely not getting any better. They seemed to for a little while but then they have gone down hill again. He still never says that he loves me and routine is getting to me. I don't imagine myself growing old with him and let alone having kids with him. He is like a child of 16, seriously, what's wrong with men? They just don't grow up!The latest novelty is that he lost his job (

Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08529106247830877248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490118623634658299.post-7112731938348938402007-04-16T22:32:00.000+01:002007-04-16T22:42:22.822+01:00

So maybe he is not as big a jerk as I thought he was. I don't know, I talked the other night with him because I really flared up during dinner. I know it was a stupid thing, he had AGAIN left the door of the kitchen to outside open and a fly came in, and I just hate having a fly bussing over my food! I am sorry but I cant help it, it gets me really histerical. So I kind of got up, saw that the

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I was inspired today, I was going along reading blogs, you know how that is, you start junping from oen to another and you end up god knows where reading someone's thought that you probably never will meet or never would have met. More or less as you probably are doing now. Well, I read this post about a guy who when he was little at school he was followed outside by two bullies and he actually

Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08529106247830877248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490118623634658299.post-3529161776793043932007-04-13T19:57:00.000+01:002007-04-13T20:14:08.312+01:00

I really don't know why I fall in the same mistakes again and again. I thought I was through with that. Ok, so this one does not seem to be unfaithful and jumping at anything with skirts wich is a definite progress but he sure isn't my Prince Charming as I thought. He was so sweet at the beginning and convincing me to come back from abroad and to go and live with him. And now, now he is just a

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I just finished seeing the film "How to Deal" and I just knew I should not. I feel now depressed just as I knew I would. I guess sometimes we are just idiots who do things even knowing that we should not do them. The film had a bit of everything that I feel strongly about, a father who leaves his wife and children because he hooks up with another woman who is much younger than him. Of course, in

Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08529106247830877248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490118623634658299.post-29020739341682661012007-03-21T08:48:00.000Z2007-03-21T09:05:00.307Z

Sometimes I feel so angry. At what? I dont know really, angry at all, angry in general, angry with life, angry with everyone that surrounds me. Angry because I can't control my own life. Angry because people don't treat me as I would like to be treated and how I try to treat people. Is it so difficult to just be nice, to not go around putting knives in people's backs? Or treat them as filth,

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Why do people have to be such hypocrites? And specially at work? After working for about two full months at my job I was nearlly fired. My boss said he was going to fire me but that his righthand, a girl, convinced him not to. All this the three of us inside his office with a closed door. I found it absurd, there was no reason whatsoever why to fire me! And I said so, I asked him: Why??After a

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Like there is nobody else near me that really understands me. There's really nobody I can confide in you know. Nobody at all. I think nobody knows me. Nobody is actually aware of my flaws, of how I think, of how I suffer. Sometimes I think that just nobody cares. Of if they care, they dont really care enough. Not enough to do any good at least.

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I am so tired. So tired of everything, of being what everyone wants me to be, of convincing myself that I am fine, that I am happy, that I like doing this or that. And I cant really seem to be able to confide in anybody because if I tell anyone what I really feel sometimes, then it becomes real, then it's imposible to keep convincing myself. But at the same time I need to say things, I need to

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