observations on life

Too depressed to whine

There are so many days that I feel so overwhelmed by the stupidity and uselessness of most of the world that I’m too depressed to even complain about it.  I know that’s hard to believe, for those of you who think I complain too much.  (Yes, sometimes I complain too much, but how I wish there weren’t so much to complain about.  And this–if you don’t like hearing me complain about being too hot, I invite you to go fuck yourself.  Why is it fine for millions of people to complain constantly about how cold they are, but if I say I’m hot, I’m being a whiny bitch?)



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