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Monday, March 7, 2011 | post a comment {0}

*WHINING POST*
If you don't want to hear a little girl complain, then move on with your life. Thank you.

What can I say. Oh, well. I could say a lot. I'm not the girl in junior high who bottled everything up and talked in a fake, high voice. I'm present-Vicki. The girl with way too many opinions and a man voice to express them.

And I would, but I care about people. And believe what you want, but I strongly feel that personally, I comfort people in my own way. For the people who aren't sitting on a gold pedestal, I think my tactics works quite well. I try and relate, I try and bash whatever you're sad at, I try and turn it into a funny situation, I'll try anything if it makes you feel better. And I think I really try hard for people in that way. But there's only so much I can do when they rant their situation to me and then ignore my every attempt to cheer them up in any way, shape, or form it's in.

I'm a human, not a fairy God mother. I get sad too. I get jealous too. I get under-confident, let down, frustrated and disappointed too. But I try my best to make people feel better. Because honest to god, without any cheese on top, I'm happy when I make people happy. There's nothing that makes my day more than making someone laugh. (Hence, my pitiful attempts every 2 minutes. But you know. There always has to be that one fool, aye?)

I'm so stressed, and so tired. I feel like everyone hates me and no one wants me anymore. Sorry that I missed the boat to friendship-dom. I guess I wasn't informed that the ticket had an expiration date.

Eh. Oh well. Someone just act happy with me. Then I can get past these 2 weeks for the good stuff on the 26th. And then I don't even want to think how I'll motivate myself after that's over. Bleh.

Vicki.