Have you ever noticed how nobody gives a fuck about your problems? All you cunts writing about your fucking problems, you should try living one day of my life.

I work in a job that has guaranteed to rule my fucking existence til I die, or retire, or whatever comes first. I work with people who don't give a fuck about me, or what I do. All your job wants from you is your dignity. I'll turn up at work with a smile on my face, 'working hard', making small talk with people about football, current events, all that shit, but really, all I want to say is, "I don't give a fuck about you or your opinion!"

Whatever happened to the days in Antrim, broke as I was, but with other people who were broke, who gave as much of a fuck as you did, sitting drinking whatever you could, (probably) talking shit about something you actually felt you had an opinion on, but it was good, as you didn't have something hovering over you.

Now, all I think about is work, drink, girls, the fact that girls find me as appealing as a shit covered in vanilla ice cream, I try to act as if I don't give a shit about anything, but inside you just want someone to talk to, or just be with.

I'm not talking about sex, as everyone talks about, but just to lie beside someone and look at each other, eye to eye. That screams psycho, I know, but if you don't like then you can go fuck yourself!

This is my confession: I don't like you, I don't care who 'you' are, but I just don't like you. You think to yourself, "Why don't you like me?", all I can say is, "How can I like you when I can't stand my own fucking shadow, never mind myself?"

I lie. A lot. Nearly every word I throw up from my gut has other lies wrapped around it. People say if you lie enough, then you are nothing but a lie yourself. I though they were just fuckwit-Jesus freaks, but I can see what they mean!

I lie to myself. I lie to m parents. I lie to my family. I lie to my friends, my neighbours, and my co-workers. I lie to the passers-by, the randoms, the bar staff, the men, the women, and whoever else I can lie to!

My life is a lie, which means I am a lie.

Now you're thinking to yourself, "Christ this guy is mental!"

Congrats, you're right! Bonus points to you shitface!

I'll probably write more here, but I couldn't be arsed now. So go do something else.