I haven’t had a proper job for 2yrs now, I’ve been applying consistently for work but I figured out that my resume wasn’t up to scratch that’s why I kept getting rejected, so I’ve told my friends this problem and they said that they’d help me out, they told me to send my resume to them and that they would look at it and fix it up for me, its been 5 months since I sent it to one person, who claims to have sent it to me back but it hasn’t come through. I went to her house to put it on my usb, she claims that its not on the computer anymore, so I say ‘get it from your sent items’ its not there. Obviously she never bothered to do it and just made up some lie to me so she wouldn’t have to do it, even though she doesn’t work and is always home on the computer, I just don’t understand as to why she would bother saying she would help me when she couldn’t be bothered to do it.
Another friend told me to send it over, its been 3 months since they’ve had it, they haven’t been bothered to look at it either.
The next person that told me to send it over claims that they’ll do it and that they will help me look for a job. Yet they haven’t bothered with it either.
I’m starting to hate society again.
You just can’t assume that everything will always be the same, because things change, especially people.
A guys girlfriend just caught him ‘blow drying’ his penis,she said ‘what are you doing’….apparently ‘heating up your dinner’ was the wrong answer…..
‘You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness’ — somebody that I used to know - Gotye
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Hugo Crosthwaite, Guerra # 6 (Rage), 24 x 18 inches, 1998, Graphite on Mylar, HCR3
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.
- Thom Yorke (via wastedheartbeats)
(Source: mols)
I’m sorry but I just can’t trust you anymore, I just don’t understand why you couldn’t tell me one simple thing which everyone already knows about. It’s funny that I found out on my own, you didn’t notice the questions I asked, your reactions said it all. All I needed was a confirmation from someone else and from then on I knew it was true. All I can say is things will be very different when you come back. You put this on yourself.
Something bad happened to me last night, I wanna talk to someone about it, but I just don’t know who I would feel most comfortable to talk about it with plus everyone has there own problems going on right now.
When we’re done with it, we may find—if it’s a good novel—that we’re a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have been changed a little, as if by having meet a new face, crossed a street we’ve never crossed before.
- Ursula K. Le Guin (via anditslove)
(Source: oh-sayitaintso)
