Disappointment
Y’know…
goddamn. GOD-FUCKING-DAMN IT ALL TO FUCKING HELL. IN A GODDAMNED WOVEN FUCKING HANDBASKET.
Well, fuck.
…yes, I’ve heard about the GA position.
1. I wish it weren’t lent so I could get smashed.
2. I wish Iced Cream could help this.
3. I wish…
well fuck wishing. It hasn’t done me any good in the past, it won’t do me any good now. I could rail against God for this, but what fucking good would that do? None, that’s fucking right. He’s been strangely silent lately. What the fuck.
I’d say this falls into the realm of bitter disappointment…it really shouldn’t, I know. But I pretty much thought I had this. It would have been a good plan, a brilliant plan. This is soul-searching-God-where-the-blazes-are-You kind of disappointment.
fuck.