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Opinion/Blog The Crack Shack (vent about shit)

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Vent, Tweak, Cry, Piss Fit, Shit, Vent About Shit
AboutToBustOut said:
when you are directing people you can't be little them and talk to them like garbage. why would any one want to work with you any way? you make stories up and tell half truths. you probably were upset because you were told to do your job and had a mental breakdown making that girl quit her job and not show up.
someone as depressed as you would not be motivated to direct others in the first place. depressed people let things slide because they don't really care and don't find purpose in a lot of things. you are either a very good liar or you are so delusional you keep having dreams about stuff like this and mistake them for being awake
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Did he touch you here?
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AboutToBustOut said:
when you are directing people you can't be little them and talk to them like garbage. why would any one want to work with you any way? you make stories up and tell half truths. you probably were upset because you were told to do your job and had a mental breakdown making that girl quit her job and not show up.
someone as depressed as you would not be motivated to direct others in the first place. depressed people let things slide because they don't really care and don't find purpose in a lot of things. you are either a very good liar or you are so delusional you keep having dreams about stuff like this and mistake them for being awake
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I guess you are HR now? You keep having these delusions about what I do at work. I'd love to at least see Rose make a coffee at dunkin doughnuts as something that makes you earn money while doing it called a job. I mean yes technically I'm talking about mine but come on, if you're going to shoot your shot at me, get off the rose band wagon so you have some validation to what you're saying, than we can go back and forth about whats going on at my job okie :3

is that what rose does with text, she makes emojis, does like E rp style conversation so she lures you in deeper to her manipulation? I mean, it's cute, I do it when I'm in love and stuff but I mean, dude shes fucking making you a bitch lmao

* cuddles * * smiles * * hugs *

* awwww come here things will get better *

you are so retarded
 
AboutToBustOut said:
this vent thread is so garbage. even if rose did that it doesn't matter it's called showing someone that they care clearly.

no I'm in no position to be in HR. its baby sitting and im not going to do that but I do have a great point, you are a bitch, you direct people like a bitch so you will be treated like one

keep telling yourself you are special please do, you are giving me the attention I need finally.
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So I decided to join a local forum this morning, where people that are into drugs and criminal stuff hangs around. Some are stupid enough to admit to their crimes.
Anyway
I did talk shit about the King in my country. That he hasn't done good for the country. Norway is a woke hellscape, and he could've prevented it if he cared. The comment got deleted, even if it weren't against the rules. The thing is, Norwegians get butthurt af when people shit on the King or Queen.
I did say that Norwegians were assholes in another thread, and a moment later I got banned until tomorrow. Pardon me for forgetting to say most. And congrats for proving my point about being a huge asshole/reddit janny, cope, seethe and dilate.

I chuckled and went to the gym afterwards. Overall a good day
 
Just one of those nights I guess. Something dumb went down between me and someone I thought was my friend. Getting shit on for playing Vr doesn't bother me, but sometimes I do sit and wonder if I'm doing it all wrong. Generation Z makes me feel old. The 90s had things and the 2000s had more. More sense when I was born, less fun now. Doom and gloom isn't what I'm setting up. Maybe it's the cold making the anxiety creep back in. In 2002, I lived in a different state. Thinking of it now, there was a basement to the house I was afraid to explore. Before my parents split, they would walk me down the stairs because I was so afraid. It's wasn't just the fear though. There was a soul trapped in that house. During autumn when the foliage was at its highest, the house from the view of the backyard looked depressing. Every night I would sit on a couch in the middle of the basement, the feeling of sadness filled the atmosphere. We had a clock that ran on a couple of batteries.
Every week, the clock would stop. The batteries would have to be replaced. There was no voices, no footsteps. The television did not shut off. But that clock that was on the wall would stop working. Just like how time stops as I sit in a virtual world and no players are present. You begin to feel stuck. Falling behind at every step. My body gets chills, my heart flutters. A week of bullshit already does something to your mind as it is. Fridays are supposed to be fridays. Nights of something at least. Synthetic sugar, a fakeness to my smile. What matters is the full moon tonight. Nothing else. If I'm going to be sad, let it be in the dim light under the stars in the cold hugged by the dark.
 
Thought sleep paralysis demons were a forced meme until I had several experiences with one. The surreal experience last night was where they were sitting in my desk chair with a fog srurrounding their face chanting some demonic chingrish nonsense. So I hit it with a bludgeoned object while barely being able to utter any words. The object simply phased through it as it kept chanting and I barely uttered the words “shut up” to it.

Then I woke up and turns out I hadn't moved from my bed at all.
 
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I feel blessed, after I did throw out my old tank tops in S I use for the gym. In new ones in XXL, with some shrinkage. Because me washing without using the dryer isn't happening.
Tight clothes when you're all sweaty is torture. All 100% cotton, because synthetics are torture too.
 
Fedbuster said:
Thought sleep paralysis demons were a forced meme until I had several experiences with one. The surreal experience last night was where they were sitting in my desk chair with a fog srurrounding their face chanting some demonic chingrish nonsense. So I hit it with a bludgeoned object while barely being able to utter any words. The object simply phased through it as it kept chanting and I barely uttered the words “shut up” to it.

Then I woke up and turns out I hadn't moved from my bed at all.
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I crammed a 40-hour work week into three days. On the long drive home, I nearly toppled the trailer, swerving out of the way of what I thought was a large black dog. I don't miss those days. The mind has ways of playing tricks on you when you're tired.
 
i love it when a friend just ghosts you because you told them how you felt about what they were doing but thats okay better without them
dumb bitch keeps wanting to go to the beach and I tell her I'm not up to it because i'm so tired from work but then will post about people being fake so I confronted her when I saw her the next day and spoke my mind and then she doesnt want to go for a ride to some stores near by because i what i said, and i can tell because i shot her text that she read but never replied to but thats okay fuck her, her boyfriend is cheating on her and i wont even give her a clue about it, ill just let her figure it out
 
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