For some months now, I have been popping pills that are supposed to make me happy. I was internalized at a hospital in February because I was, by supposedly common standards of $18,000 a year social workers, unhappy.
All that for a friggin ho skank. A girl who squandered her pretty face into a meaningless void.
Yeah America.
Judge me with meek power, cocksucker. The pills do not make me happy. No pharmaceutical can fill the void of want and love. If they really wanted to make me better, they would prescribe me a girlfriend. Where do I go to get one of those?
3 comments:
Girlfriend? Start with a pet. Something easy like a fish.
You know there's an echo in here. Nobody but me is commenting. WTF? Go to Patrick's Place and do the Saturday Six in your inimitible fashion. Get the crowds coming. Mrs. L
I have a cat. His name is Lefty. Rhymes with hefty for good reason. I will take your advice. You have an air of wisdom that powers through your words.
Have ya tried meeting women on the internet...whoa. My bad...scratch that. Maybe an online dating service, rather than at random. Had a buddy who ran the show over at uDate.com for a while. I've heard of one other online service that has great reviews...drawing a blank at the moment. It's will come to me. These obscene journal update alerts are distracting me.................. ;-)
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