dear postal service: a 12 hour window of when a package is going to arrive is not helpful especially since i'm moving tommorow and i have to be here to sign. please hurry up. it's already been delayed a day because of weather.
It's difficult to trust people; having clear objects of reason to continue that suspicion thrown in certainly increases the difficulty. This is quite sad. It's also quite sad that there seems to be no private space anywhere here or elsewhere. I don't understand these things. To have faith in people is good - yes? So why are my efforts being met with intentional obstacles.
I came to this forum to relax. My imagination might snatch up little details from the environment but it converts them into something far from related to the original context before it churns them back out in personal expression.
Saying leave me alone doesn't work, keeping to myself doesn't work, actually leaving apparently doesn't work.
So far I've had aspects of my appearance mocked, aspects of my personal writing mocked, aspects of my emotional life mocked, and even one of three dimensions of the attempt to get out and find good people monitored and mocked. If there's any leftover resentment it's about these things.
dear one of the persons who's renovating my dorm building:
I don't think i'm superior to you and i don't expect jack shit from you. you don't know my past or anything about me so go fuck yourself. i'm sick and tired of blow hards like you judging me, when you don't know the first thing about me. I actually think i'm below most people, just cuz i don't openly complain about it doesn't mean i'm perfectly fine and happy. I just want people like you to get some perspective which you never fucking will. and i'll be continued to be made to feel like shit. also i didn't force you to take the job so yeah don't blame me for your fucking life i don't fucking know you. asshole.
i never mention things in real life i know i'm rather whiney here.