I hate my fucking life
I graduated and now cant get a job!!!
what the f was the point.
My boyfriend whom I loved dumped me and made me have an abortion in the same week.
I haven’t had a boyfriend since and its been years
I keep on fancying men then I find out they are married with kids or living with a woman.
I am living in a house that the repairs never happen so now the place stinks of rotting timber and mould, and the people that own it have just bought a £60k classic car and drive it around –
I want to get pregnant but cant find a man and today I got a letter back from a fertility clinic I contacted saying they cant help.
What is going on!!!!!!
It cannot get any worse.
I feel like I am going to die an old spinster with noone and broke – some would say join the real world I say if I had a poor education and was a dog fine but I’m neither….
5:34 am on November 16th, 2009
please read my reply under the confession “I feel like killing myself”,
Hope you feel better after reading it- it outlines my tough life experiences and how I keep on pushing through,
hope you feel better 😉
4:39 am on December 2nd, 2009
well… suck to be you
5:02 am on December 4th, 2009
Come on over to the west side of the US, plenty of guys willing to get you preggers here in southern California.
4:44 pm on April 15th, 2010
It may sound crazy but what “regular unicorn” said is true. I’ve been seeing more and more men on craigslist (San Francisco, CA) who have a fetish of getting women pregnant.
About the rest of your post, things can only get better from here. We all go through tough times. At least your willing to talk about it and confront it. It’s way healthier than the people that bottle their feelings up and react in harmful ways.
This post was written 6 months ago…I’m sure you’re feeling more like yourself by now.
7:51 pm on July 9th, 2010
suck on this motha fuckin dick, that is your new life
2:08 pm on August 31st, 2010
Join the party! I went to Iraq and spent a year watching my friends get blown up and shooting hajis, (slang term for Iraqis.) Now I am in school struggling to get a degree, can only find grave yard shift minimum wage jobs, and I just can’t ejaculate while having sex with my ex-wife or girlfriend. For some reason even though I know I should be in love with them I just don’t feel it. Every time I sleep or smell burning gas or oil I am reminded of gun shots and my friends screaming profanities. Every time I see blood I think about my friends who died and how we had to recover their bodies. Sometimes I wish I had been the one who came home in a flag draped coffin because my war would be over. I came home unwounded but it lives with me every day. So what was your problem again?