Oh I'm sorry, was that complaining?

 Blogging. Used for; attention seeking, release of emotions, general complaints.


Hi, I'm a blogger. :) I'm irritatingly happy most of the time because there is nothing wrong with my stupidly perfect life. When I get sad, I like to let out all my emotions on my blog so that all of my blogger friends can comment with little nice things telling me what I want to hear and giving me all the attention that I want to make me feel better about my shallow, self-centered ego. Also, alike most human beings (especially teenage girls) when I feel upset I cry in front of people so that they give me love and attention and tell me how pretty I am even when I'm crying. I like boys a lot, but not the unfit ones. I hate men, they're such a load of pigs who don't give a shit about women. I have a dick, I like to fuck things with it...like you're mum!

 You know what. FUCK. YOU.

If there is one thing I can not stand it's bloggers. I know, the irony of this kills me too. It's the fact that some idiot one day thought, 'Oh what isn't there in the world? I know somewhere for people to tell others about their day.' As if anyone really gives a shit what some hormonal whiney 16 year old girl/ boy did in their shitty day. Being only 17 I know a fair few of these.
General complaints are as follows:

• I'm too fat.
• I'm never going to get laid.
• Nobody loves me.
• I don't think my dick is big enough.
• My boobs are more just nipples.
• That girl's fit. I'd fuck that.
• I want a nice boyfriend who'll treat me right.
• I want a fit bird who likes fucking. A lot.

You know what maybe if you weren't such all whiney bastards you might actually have these things. It's no wonder nobody loves you if you spend all your fucking time crying about it!

I too would love someone to love me, whom I could love back. If it weren't for the fact that I'm emotional incapable of love, we could have a sweet little romance, with disgraceful sex, just to keep him happy ofcourse (being female I have to pretend to be lovely and straight laced). Then we could have a shit load of kids because of his massive dick always bursting those darn condoms. Whilst we're at it, why don't we just go live in a fucking shoe!

If life was really like that, I sure as hell wouldn't want to live it.

Shit happens guys, I'm sorry but unless you're going to do something meaningful, artistic or funny about your complaints, you might aswell just go and do that watery, wet thing you do...what was called again? Oh yeah. Crying.