THAT GUY

Saturday, April 2, 2011, 12:25 AM | back to the top.

The world is full of beginnings and endings. Sometimes endings come without you really wanting them. But they are always necessary if you want new beginnings. Maybe it's just how the world works. I've made my decisions, no turning back. Now I just sit here, wondering, were they the right ones? I could've just lived a lie I suppose, just tried not to change things. But in the end the same situation will always eventuate. The hard decisions are always the ones that bring the most change.

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Friday, April 1, 2011, 10:34 PM | back to the top.

It is times like this, that one can understand true emotional pain.
Pain that runs past just physical boundaries, pain that runs deep into your core.
Tearing you apart from the inside. Blinding all sense of time.
Slowly cutting away at your soul, as a part of you disappears.
As a part of your very humanity is lost.
Does anyone understand that pain.
The pain of knowing a whole part of you, a whole part of your existance.
Will be gone forever, will never be recovered.
It goes further than just regret.
It is much more than that.
It is the knowledge of knowing.
That a part of you, will be lost for eternity.
That she will never return.

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, 6:45 PM | back to the top.

Happy endings just don't exist for guys like me. Simple as that.
We are just fucking wierd to you all.
Outcasts in your mind.
What the fuck is wrong with the world.

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, 5:44 PM | back to the top.

Maybe now you'll understand everything.

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, 12:16 AM | back to the top.

You know for some reason I wasn't depressed like everyone expects me to be.

I had a reason not to be. But instead I wasn't. I guess everyone expects me to naturally be in a shit mood. But I came to a realisation today. It's the kind of realisation someone can only come to when they've been through a lot.

But yeah today I realised that yes shit things happen to me, maybe it isn't exactly fair. But something Ms Abels said sorta clicked in my head.

"It is only through failures that one can learn"

And as cliche as it might seem. In that moment I had one of those 'life flashed before my eyes' moments, except you know excluding the close to death part. The point being I've learn't a lot in the last year and a bit. And I mean A LOT.

So yeah in the end screw you. You wanted to screw me over. Fine then. Fuck you.
Fuck my parents.
Fuck bothering with girls.
Fuck school.
Fuck University.
Fuck the education system.
Fuck the government.
Fuck money.
Fuck my life.

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Wednesday, March 30, 2011, 3:29 AM | back to the top.

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Tuesday, March 29, 2011, 11:50 PM | back to the top.

Okay a word of warning about this post. This is well and truly a rant I just need to get out of me. AND A LOT OF CAPS STARTING NOW.

OKAY TO MISS "I'M THE BEST FUCKING TEACHER IN THE WORLD AND I ALWAYS KNOW BEST".

WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE.
HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN BECOME A TEACHER. Really? What the fuck is wrong with you.

Okay so I know I may not be the best english student around. BUT YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME, at the 10 MINUTE LONG RANT you gave my dad and me. ABOUT HOW I'M "EXTREMELY DISRUPTIVE IN CLASS, AND NOT COMPLETELY THE WORK SATISFACTORILY".

Telling me to look at myself? And how I act in class. EXCUSE ME BITCH.!

Here are some things she said :

"Damien is an extremely disruptive student in class. What do you think the issue is Damien? Look at yourself in the class room and tell me what you think you are doing?
ME : "Uhmm my work?"
TEACHER : "NO that is not what you are doing."

TEACHER : "Your essay was completely beside the topic. To be honest this isn't even a persuasive or expository piece. What this is (in a sarcastic tone) 'A list of everything Damien thinks is correct, and what he says goes'. If you expect to get through year 11 like this you must be kidding. I'm sorry if you think an expository piece means you don't have to think about anything or plan, but it's not. It's not just about winging it and thinking it is easy so you'll get away with it".

TEACHER : "So maybe you shouldn't sit with your friends in class?"

ME (CLEARLY PISSED OFF AT THIS STAGE SO I CRACKED) : "I don't even talk in class! Is this because I just sit on a table of people you think I talk to. To be honest I don't even have that many friends in class I can talk to"

TEACHER: "Now you don't need to get all defensive".

BITCH ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL. REALLY? YOU ARE THE ONE SAYING ALL THIS SHIT ABOUT ME. WHAT DO I JUST SIT BACK AND TAKE ALL THIS?

TEACHER : "What you are doing is completely wrong, it is all beside what the whole point of this topic was".

BITCH FUCKING TEACH ME THE TOPIC THEN. INSTEAD OF EXPECTING THE WHOLE FUCKING CLASS TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SAYING.

By this stage you all know who this teacher is. I won't name her, but I swear if I see this teacher alone, I won't hesitate to end her. What fucking nerve, to think I'M the fucking one being disruptive in class. WTF I DON'T EVEN SAY SHIT. You know what the fucking worse apart about it is. It's how she smiles, and says EVERYTHING in a sarcastic tone when she is putting you down.

And yes all she does is put you down. She doesn't offer costructive criticism on your work, all the does is say "YOU DID THIS WRONG, WTF ARE YOU DOING?"

Bitch you have no idea how much I hate you right now. You just got on the bad side of me, and that is somewhere you don't wanna be. You want a fight, I'm bringing a fight. So you better fucking be ready. What a fucking bullshit year.

I swear the world has a problem with me. WILL YOU FUCKING PLEASE THROW SOMETHING MY WAY FOR ONCE. JUST A SCRAP OF HAPPINESS. PLEASE!

fml I hope i die....

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