Somehow I ended up here...

An open letter to myself...

Dear Frin,
Fuck you, that’s peremptory.
What the hell are you doing with your life? You’re screwing up all over the place and crying to yourself isn’t helping, it’s just plain week…. FUCK YOU! You know, you’re somewhat narcissistic (I mean, you have to be, you’re writing a god damned letter to your self!), you’re eccentric, the things you are about are trivial, you’re (seemingly) always angry of late (but too tired to express it), you’re a bad kid to your parents, you never organise or plan things.. ARGH! I mean, sure happy go lucky is a fine way to go thorough life when you don’t have commitments or responsibilities, but you’ve got school to worry about (yeah, worry yourself ‘sick’ with).. which is another thing, what the hell is with feeling nauseous all the time, well not all the time but a damn ‘good’ percentage? It doesn’t help, it’s all in your head so just please, get the fuck over yourself. This was a lot longer until I started to type… I guess it fizzled out, but I’ll let you know the rest sometime soon.
That is all for today… we’ll see how you do tomorrow.
Yours in exasperation,
Frin

(Note: Anybody reading this other than me please understand that I can deal with criticism from myself - I’m used to it, I understand exactly where it’s coming from and in the end I know I do not dislike who I am, yes there are bits that make me mad, bits I wish to change, but on the whole I’m ok. Please, don’t even attempt to criticize me like I do, nothing good can come of it.) Oh and if you don’t like it, don’t read it. This is my… journal – I refuse to use the ‘b’ word – I can do whatever the hell I want with it you self-appointed Journal dictators!!