Why I feel horrible and can't think why
Jan. 27th, 2008 02:12 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
There are just tooooooo many different things for me to get it down to one perfect Reason, so here we go:
* There was this agency that I was hoping would help me get some work, but it turns out that not only are they a bunch of dogshit, they don't even have an office in my town, so that's that opportunity down the craphole.
* I've just talked to one of my favorite living authors online, and he has just turned out to be an absolute dick of the first water, touchy as hell and contemptuous with it. Never meet your heroes!
* All of my friends are out having fun while I'm stuck in the flat, all because I got banned from the club due to some stupid shit that happened a fucking year ago, for Christ's sakes.
* My mental health is taking another nosedive into oblivion
* The Government want to put all us mental people in a fucking Gulag, or sell us into slavery, or wrap us in a flag and send us to Iraq, or something, and are no doubt plotting ways to fuck me over even now.
* In fact, the recent firing of the Minister for Work and Pensions means that they will probably stop paying all benefits, tomorrow, so that brain dead, right wing arseholes from the Home Counties will continue to vote for them.
* I only know one other person who is in a similar situation, and I never see her - she's probably paranoid that I want to sleep with her or something. Or maybe she just hates me.
* All the rest of the krazy people I know have jobs and social status, and are real people whom the world actually gives a flying fuck about, because at least they do something useful with their lives instead of just sitting around moaning and drawing the dole.
* I'm actually afraid to talk to anyone online, that's how fragile I'm feeling. Because you don't have to tell me how worthless I am - I tell myself that I suck almost all the time anyway.
* I'm sure one to talk - I've abandoned all the people on this part of livejournal for months, because I'd been feeling better, and now I'm miserable again I'm back here whining for sympathy
* There was this agency that I was hoping would help me get some work, but it turns out that not only are they a bunch of dogshit, they don't even have an office in my town, so that's that opportunity down the craphole.
* I've just talked to one of my favorite living authors online, and he has just turned out to be an absolute dick of the first water, touchy as hell and contemptuous with it. Never meet your heroes!
* All of my friends are out having fun while I'm stuck in the flat, all because I got banned from the club due to some stupid shit that happened a fucking year ago, for Christ's sakes.
* My mental health is taking another nosedive into oblivion
* The Government want to put all us mental people in a fucking Gulag, or sell us into slavery, or wrap us in a flag and send us to Iraq, or something, and are no doubt plotting ways to fuck me over even now.
* In fact, the recent firing of the Minister for Work and Pensions means that they will probably stop paying all benefits, tomorrow, so that brain dead, right wing arseholes from the Home Counties will continue to vote for them.
* I only know one other person who is in a similar situation, and I never see her - she's probably paranoid that I want to sleep with her or something. Or maybe she just hates me.
* All the rest of the krazy people I know have jobs and social status, and are real people whom the world actually gives a flying fuck about, because at least they do something useful with their lives instead of just sitting around moaning and drawing the dole.
* I'm actually afraid to talk to anyone online, that's how fragile I'm feeling. Because you don't have to tell me how worthless I am - I tell myself that I suck almost all the time anyway.
* I'm sure one to talk - I've abandoned all the people on this part of livejournal for months, because I'd been feeling better, and now I'm miserable again I'm back here whining for sympathy