Thread: Rant and Rave, Cry and Complain

Rant: Why does Seroquel always make me laugh irl1?!?!?!? Like seriously, I'm running out of things to bitch about. DAMN YOU AND YOUR FUNNYNESS :<

And perfect execution of Gifs/images/videos at the right moment. It makes it that more memorable.

I need to take notes...

Edit:

Wow I didn't know it was that easy to change the name XD

Thanks Gavin. It's odd that so many people have gone nocturnal.

So I'm officially an alcoholic. I know because I didn't drink yesterday and felt I needed to today, although that might have been due to depression. Here's what I just did.

My front door is right in front of the stairs, and my room is upstairs. The small area between the door and stairs is in clear view of the family room couch on which my parents were both sitting. Every time I bring home alcohol, they make some worried comment about it. It's quite annoying actually. And since school has just started, and only a couple days ago they commented on my alcohol consumption, I knew that if I brought more home now I'd be lectured.

So I devised a plan.

My laundry was in the washing machine located in the basement, and only a few minutes from being dry. What does this have to do with everything? It does, trust me. I brought down to the basement some dirty clothes containing my shoes, my ID and money. I closed and locked the first door, but left the light on. I would pretend to be listening to music and exercising if they came down there. I'd say that I must have had the music on too loud to hear them knocking. I put the dirty clothes in the washing machine, but not before removing my IDs and shoes. I then put on the shoes, put my ID in my pocket, and left through the back door, climbed over the gate, and ducked under the kitchen window. 20 minutes later I had chanced upon a 2L bottle of peach cider. I came back, making sure to duck while passing the kitchen window (my dad seems to visit the kitchen every 20 minutes so I was was half sure I'd be caught), and climbed back over the gate to the backyard. I reentered through the basement door, removed my shoes, retrieved my laundry, and hid my shoes, ID, and the cider in that basket of clean laundry, and exercised a little so I'd appear genuinely exhausted, before unlocking the door I had locked.

My dad was standing right there.

No, he wasn't. I went past them and got away with it fine.

Darkmatters, I am also going nocturnal. It happens between semesters and I'm only busy in afternoons and evenings... I've been getting to bed at 4 or 5 every morning (because I've been reading late into the night, or mindlessly internet surfing.) Then I wake up at noon/1PM and I feel like my whole day is wasted somehow.

Ha, good work Dianeva. That reminds me of when I used to sneak out of my house all the time in my earlier years of high school. I was an expert, either to sit on my roof and look at the stars or go on ridiculous nightly adventures with friends lol

I was terribly late, missed the whole of morning lessons and only came in during the afternoon lessons. However when I reached the train station near my school, I noticed a classmate walking down the stairs...

My Rant:
I wasn't intending to be that late.

In the morning, my alarm rang and I woke up to off it and happily dozed off again. 15 minutes later, my house phone rang, my mother called me to make sure I wake up and goes to school. But for the past 15 minutes I was having a really good dream, I could see the ending soon BUT OF ALL THINGS I WAS WOKEN UP. And the moment someone starts a conversation with me, I'm unable to go back to the same dream again!!!!

As I was in a rage, I REFUSED to get off my bed.

I think the holiday is to blame for everyone's nocturnal habits. Give it a few days and we'll all be back on schedule. This was a particularly brutal New Year's day after all - it marks the beginning of our last year alive..

People are naturally supposed to sleep in the darkness. What's really to blame is the internet.

Originally Posted by Dianeva

People are naturally supposed to sleep in the darkness. What's really to blame is the internet.

But I don't get my peace only till night. That's why I'd rather stay awake at night.

^ Ah yes - that's why I went nocturnal in the first place too...

…there is an idea of a Carousoul, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a noncontingent human being. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this—and I have countless times, in just about every act I’ve committed—and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing.

I've realised that everyone is mean. I would never think to treat anyone as 97% of humans treat me. Never.

Originally Posted by Carrot

But I don't get my peace only till night. That's why I'd rather stay awake at night.

And here I am on DreamViews at 3:07 in the morning.

I'm fucking up.

It's all three that keep us up I think.
Basically it's:
No commitments (holidays)
The Internet (lots of stuff to look at/do + light from computer monitor)
We can't get no peace! (Except at 3AM )

Why you fucking up Meeps?

Originally Posted by tommo

It's all three that keep us up I think.
Basically it's:
No commitments (holidays)
The Internet (lots of stuff to look at/do + light from computer monitor)
We can't get no peace! (Except at 3AM )

Why you fucking up Meeps?

Speak for yourselves, I manage to either drink or cry myself to sleep at a pretty reasonable hour most nights.

Originally Posted by Carôusoul

Speak for yourselves, I manage to either drink or cry myself to sleep at a pretty reasonable hour most nights.

I tend to wake up half clothed, or even nude, body sprawled over the floor, smelling like hell, with empty bottles surrounding me and scribbled writings, used condoms, full ashtrays, and multiple bruises

sometimes there are twigs or leaves in my hair, and blood on my hands and sometimes on my dick.

Originally Posted by Carôusoul

I tend to wake up half clothed, or even nude, body sprawled over the floor, smelling like hell, with empty bottles surrounding me and scribbled writings, used condoms, full ashtrays, and multiple bruises

sometimes there are twigs or leaves in my hair, and blood on my hands and sometimes on my dick.

It's not quite as steretypically grim as it sounds though-

There is often weird things, out of place things, things you wouldn't expect in this picture of twenty something gluttony and despair- a lingering scent of perfume perhaps, or a torn fragment of paper, coloured in abstract and amazing things. Sometimes there are trees growing into the room, breaking through my window and curling around the windowpane, slithering across my ceiling and walls, covering them and making low pitched rustling sounds. These sounds often comfort me as i shiver in the foetal position on the hard wooden floor

Originally Posted by tommo

It's all three that keep us up I think.
Basically it's:
No commitments (holidays)
The Internet (lots of stuff to look at/do + light from computer monitor)
We can't get no peace! (Except at 3AM )

Why you fucking up Meeps?

I'm late with an application for a uni next year, I'm freaking out that I won't make the other deadlines either. I thought I could handle arabic classes in addition to my other courses but I just can't find the time to participate in the exams, I'm already behind with everythign else. I've wasted my time ffs. I need to log out here, where can I erase my account? I can't waste any more time. I like this place but I'm just fucking up. I'll come back when times are less stressful.

Carousoul, really, just go fuck yourself or something.

Originally Posted by Meeps

Carousoul, really, just go fuck yourself or something.

You take the world far too seriously

its not serious you know

it not worth

it

Originally Posted by Carôusoul

You take the world far too seriously

its not serious you know

it not worth

it

I don't know. I fucking hope so. What else is there.

Originally Posted by Meeps

I'm late with an application for a uni next year, I'm freaking out that I won't make the other deadlines either. I thought I could handle arabic classes in addition to my other courses but I just can't find the time to participate in the exams, I'm already behind with everythign else. I've wasted my time ffs. I need to log out here, where can I erase my account? I can't waste any more time. I like this place but I'm just fucking up. I'll come back when times are less stressful.

Carousoul, really, just go fuck yourself or something.

I tell you what meeps. Do your work and DV at the same time.

That's what I do. Hours of doing work is tiring.

Originally Posted by Meeps

I don't know. I fucking hope so. What else is there.

It's not to be taken seriously.






































































srs

Originally Posted by Meeps

What else is there.

Everything. All the world, the sky and the stars and the eyes you look through, rotating and swivelling, focussing in colours and shades and layers. All the beauty you ever saw and never will see, all the love and all the hatred and sadness and happiness and revenge and peace and war and jaded glances with beautiful dark eyes.

You're surrounded by it all. It's all so serious, yet not at all at once. You seen me on here insulting you, bullying you, saying things that don't make sense, not just to you but to others. Being that guy, being a bastard. All of this is. It's all just dancing in the stars, it's all just dust. Everything is fucking beautiful in ways you don't even see because you take if far too seriously.

Allow yourself not to care, to forget, to abandon, to feel no responsibility, no obligation, nothing. Then let the pure unadultered experience of all being flow over you and you shall cry out in pleasure

Just don't take it seriously.