The Special Hell
I hate it when people do nice things for me. Be it for some random reason, or for no reason at all. It always guilts me into doing nice things back to them.
Those who know me, really know me, know that just want to live my life in relative peace and quiet. That I'm set in my ways and do not cope well with changing my plans. And also that I have a hard time saying no. So yeah, I get pissed when you hijack my day, my sweet sweet day during which I planned too go home and do absolutely nothing until it's 4 AM and I need to drop dead in my bed. I get pissed at myself too, because I know I should say no, not today, but I can't bring myself to say the words.
And sometimes I think I'm just a bad, terrible person, who doesn't like people, and doing nice things for people, and because the highlight of last week for me was saying no to you (even though you were nervous and depressed and CRYING).
Those who know me, really know me, know that just want to live my life in relative peace and quiet. That I'm set in my ways and do not cope well with changing my plans. And also that I have a hard time saying no. So yeah, I get pissed when you hijack my day, my sweet sweet day during which I planned too go home and do absolutely nothing until it's 4 AM and I need to drop dead in my bed. I get pissed at myself too, because I know I should say no, not today, but I can't bring myself to say the words.
And sometimes I think I'm just a bad, terrible person, who doesn't like people, and doing nice things for people, and because the highlight of last week for me was saying no to you (even though you were nervous and depressed and CRYING).