pity. pity. pity.
This is my livejournal. I have a migrane. I have an essay due in for Wednesday, rehersals everyday after school, singing practice, a song to write, and training to worry about. I lost one of the best things I've had in a while on Thursday night. Feel sorry for me. Don't. I don't give.
I'm so sick of this... I am working my ass off, I am going through a bad time right now, but I'm not asking for anyone's pity, or anyone's time. I don't want it. I don't see the need to go through life picking up points for how hard my life is. If you want to pity me, go right ahead, it doesn't mean you gain any points with me. Empathize with me, talk to me, but don't think that saying: "Poor poor Tami" makes you a better person.
The truth is, I can handle this. That's just who I am. I was born to live life, and living it is doing what I'm doing right now. If that means I get to sleep late, I don't get to see my friends as much as I should, I don't have time for a relationship, then so be it. I'm not asking for people to recognize how I'm a poor tormented soul, just a little leeway where teachers are concerned. But I just want everyone to know: I can do this. Whether you guys choose to make it a big deal or not, I don't want to anymore.
I'm sorry if that comes across as harsh, but love me or leave me, that's who I am.
I'm so sick of this... I am working my ass off, I am going through a bad time right now, but I'm not asking for anyone's pity, or anyone's time. I don't want it. I don't see the need to go through life picking up points for how hard my life is. If you want to pity me, go right ahead, it doesn't mean you gain any points with me. Empathize with me, talk to me, but don't think that saying: "Poor poor Tami" makes you a better person.
The truth is, I can handle this. That's just who I am. I was born to live life, and living it is doing what I'm doing right now. If that means I get to sleep late, I don't get to see my friends as much as I should, I don't have time for a relationship, then so be it. I'm not asking for people to recognize how I'm a poor tormented soul, just a little leeway where teachers are concerned. But I just want everyone to know: I can do this. Whether you guys choose to make it a big deal or not, I don't want to anymore.
I'm sorry if that comes across as harsh, but love me or leave me, that's who I am.