Heaven knows I'm miserable now

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Cinderella

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A lot of vodka, devoid of company, surrounded by people who think it's ok to be unutterable inconsiderate and uncaring towards me for no reason what so ever, it's cold here, I'm tired...

...does it ever get any better?
 
> A lot of vodka, devoid of company, surrounded by people who
> think it's ok to be unutterable inconsiderate and uncaring
> towards me for no reason what so ever, it's cold here, I'm
> tired...

> ...does it ever get any better?

What kind of people do it???????? If this will get better???, hmmmmmm, I will be 30 years old next year, and the answer is....NO. But if you are just bored for the cold. Well, Isn't it often cold there???
 
> A lot of vodka, devoid of company, surrounded by people who
> think it's ok to be unutterable inconsiderate and uncaring
> towards me for no reason what so ever, it's cold here, I'm
> tired...
> ...does it ever get any better?

Oye Cinderellina, please refrain from the alcohol thing. it'll break your mind and spirit more than the outside people. please. I'm out of shakespearian stock, will this one do? "do not go gentle into that good night".

"Oh", Planet Earth, "so much to answer for"...

(ps: read C. Rossetti? if you can, check out A Life's parallels - I don't have the text with me right now, but I'll try to hunt it down).
 
> A lot of vodka, devoid of company, surrounded by people who
> think it's ok to be unutterable inconsiderate and uncaring
> towards me for no reason what so ever, it's cold here, I'm
> tired...

> ...does it ever get any better?

At least you won't get a bad hangover.

hnianana
 
Cinderellina, ... as promised

> (ps: read C. Rossetti? if you can, check out A Life's parallels
> - I don't have the text with me right now, but I'll try to hunt
> it down).

quod erat donandum. Hope it stays with you.
take care,
WW

A life's parallels (Christina G. Rossetti, 1882)

Never on this side of the grave again,
on this side of the river,
on this side of the garner of the grain,
Never.

Ever while time flows on and on and on,
that narrow noiseless river,
ever while corn bows heavy-headed, wan,
ever.

Never despairing, often fainting, rueing,
but looking back, ah never!
Faint yet pursuing, faint yet still pursuing
Ever.
 
Selected Poems by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

> A lot of vodka, devoid of company, surrounded by people who
> think it's ok to be unutterable inconsiderate and uncaring
> towards me for no reason what so ever, it's cold here, I'm
> tired...

> ...does it ever get any better?
 
Re: We aren't trees!

We don't have roots like the vegetation. We live in a mobile society, and there are jobs available all over the US just waiting for someone eager to establish themselves in a different flowerpot.

A change of scenery can do wonders for that miserable feeling.
 
Re: We aren't trees!

> We don't have roots like the vegetation. We live in a mobile
> society, and there are jobs available all over the US just
> waiting for someone eager to establish themselves in a different
> flowerpot.

> A change of scenery can do wonders for that miserable feeling.

Maybe that's a good answer for... Cinderella, who is english.

How about me????? I love a person who lives in US, but I am not able to get a simple visa in my passport. I don't want to be unfair, but the american government is puting more hindtrances in front of our dreams, and we just can be TREES.
 
Re: We aren't trees!

> Maybe that's a good answer for... Cinderella, who is english.

> How about me????? I love a person who lives in US, but I am not
> able to get a simple visa in my passport. I don't want to be
> unfair, but the american government is puting more hindtrances
> in front of our dreams, and we just can be TREES.

I know the word politician is often classified with crook, but I have a friend here in the US who had a similar problem. A local member of the House of Representatives managed to pull some strings and work out a way for her to reunite with her paramour from the Middle East. Sometimes you just have to know the right door to knock on.
 
Re: Vivid and in my prime

I know you're right about the booze...that's why last night I took a stand and said to myself 'staying in and drinking be damned!' so I went for a swim instead (and because it was friday night and I presume everybody else was out 'having a good time' (in the most vulgar way possible I'm sure)) the pool was empty and as good as mine...which was nice.

AND in a mad moment I decided to sign up for a course in fencing...now I can see THAT coming in handy in the bus queue.

hnia - touche!

Half a shoplifter - I love Emily Dickenson, and I hadn't read that poem before, so thankyou, thankyou, thankyou dear.

btw, I'm feeling much better now...(I just hope it lasts).
 
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