A short outburst.

[whatho]

OH YE GODS I'M SO RUBBISH.

There. I am quite serene now.

What makes me feel better about things is shouting loudly and breaking stuff.

Comments

[yonmei.livejournal.com]

*gives you mug*
(It is a rather ugly mug. I bought an ugly mug in a charity shop on my way over to you, so it has done its bit for the universe and you can now make the universe a prettier place by breaking it.)

You are not rubbish. I mistyped that as rubbihs at first and you're not rubbihs either.

As ironicdutchess says, you make life better by existing.

[jekesta]

BUT RUBBISH IS GOOD SOMETIMES! Or something more to the effect that you're not rubbish, Hendry is rubbish. Perhaps you were confusing yourself for the snooker genius of Hendry, yes. Dude:)

I broke my alarm clock once in a fit of rage, it had noddy and big ears on it and Noddy nodded to make the seconds tick by. I should not have broken it for I LOVED IT SO. You are EVEN MORE GREAT than big ears. Dude.

[tiniago.livejournal.com]

You are not awful. You are, in fact, quite ridiculously ace. I had a long comment typed out here, but it was mostly commiserating noises about how incredibly awful it is to feel bad about stuff you've done, and I thought better of it. There may have been metaphors about being rabbits forever caught in the oncoming headlights of our past. Don't judge me, damnit, it's one in the morning. Anyway. The point is that you are ace. I know it's not always that comforting to hear from LJ people who don't really know you, since you could be drawing a Veil of Lies over your true nature, but still. Assuming you're not doing that with consummate skill, everything I know about you, both directly and tangenitally, leads me to the conclusion that you are wonderful, and your existence makes me rather terribly pleased. There is my effulgent praise, DO WITH IT AS YOU WILL.

And also break things if it makes you feel better.