Wow, okay. Family drama resolved but I’m still pissed.
You think I’m out of line? Think about why I got involved and said what I did. Because you were out of line and being a fucking back of dicks. I’ve told you before, don’t talk to my mom that way. And what do you do? You talk to her like she’s not doing the best she can, like she’s some person who’s just around to serve you. She doesn’t have to take that. She’s loves you enough that she’ll try to get past it, but you’re an ingrate and I’m going to shove every ounce of insolence up your ass until you’re apologizing. Fucking shitbag.
That’s all there is to say on the matter. I’m glad you’re not fighting anymore, but don’t think I won’t remember this.
You smell horrible. Do you shower? Shower more. Shower again. Shower after you wake up in the morning and shower when you get back from the gym. You are huge, and you smell more than anyone else in the apartment. It makes me want to puke.
You use our shit without paying for it. Do you want milk for your smoothies? Then fucking pitch in. Don’t use my shit so that I have nothing left for my coffee and then, two weeks later, offer to buy some more when there’s already two gallons in the fridge. Use your head.
You are way too fucking loud. This is my biggest problem with you. Why are you using the blender when we watch movies? Why are you using the blender when it’s after midnight and you know people are sleeping? Why do you turn the TV up and then walk away from it? Why do you play gangsta rap so loud that the walls vibrate when you know everyone is sleeping?
are you doing?
My boyfriend told me he thought there ought to be a men’s studies class. I told him we already have history. He got mad.
I’m so sick of people. Sometimes I wonder if “social skills” are just the ability to be oblivious to all of the stupid things people do on a daily basis, to smile like it never happened or you never noticed, and then pretend that the world isn’t so bad.
Well, anyway, I’m supposed to feel happy right now but all I want to do is cry or disappear.
For the second time in my life, it has become my obligation to prevent someone from committing suicide. Yet, strangely enough, I’m not panicking. I can be someone’s rock if I have to be. I’m not the most mentally stable person in the world, but I’ll do what must be done if it means saving a life.
I just really don’t think we can afford to let Planned Parenthood go. And I want gays to have equal rights. And I don’t want my President to talk about what God wants all the fucking time because I don’t like what God does to people. I don’t know much about politics, but I’m just really scared about where we could be headed.
Today I’d like to kill myself.
I hate caring about you.
I feel like a fool. I thought our relationship was going so well. We talk a considerable amount everyday and make jokes with each other all the time. We’ve been overcoming the distance and talking about the future. Then you told me that you’d considered breaking up with me because one day we were getting on each other’s nerves.
People get annoyed with each other sometimes. It happens to everyone. There is no genuine relationship where everything is hunky-dory 24/7, 365 days of the year. Don’t fucking give up on me because we were having a day when we weren’t clicking. That’s fucking stupid.
I put up with your shit when you were emotionally abusing me. I put up with your shit when you were drunk. When you were comparing me to other people. I expressed my feelings. And, yeah, we almost broke up a few times in the past, but we’ve always made it out of there stronger.
So, why? Why are you still trying to give up because of the little shit?