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Ok. Major crap mood just appeared out of nowhere. So what better thing to do, than to post it on livejournal.com. I don't listen to angst music, thus I reserve the right to feel sorry for myself and be melodramatic.
I want to know why people use you, and don't think you realise they're doing it?
I want to know why you never appreciate the people that don't, and focus all your attention on those that do.
I want to know why people consider me as seventeen kinds of "stand-in".
I want to know why people think they're compliments redeem the fact that they ignore you when it suits them.
Id quite like to know why I care?
I guess he can't help being a twat.
Problem is, as a friend, I quite like him, 90% of the time.
It's just, well he treats me like a replacement squeeze. And I hate that. With a passion. I won't tell him though. I'll just rant here. There you go.
I want to know why people use you, and don't think you realise they're doing it?
I want to know why you never appreciate the people that don't, and focus all your attention on those that do.
I want to know why people consider me as seventeen kinds of "stand-in".
I want to know why people think they're compliments redeem the fact that they ignore you when it suits them.
Id quite like to know why I care?
I guess he can't help being a twat.
Problem is, as a friend, I quite like him, 90% of the time.
It's just, well he treats me like a replacement squeeze. And I hate that. With a passion. I won't tell him though. I'll just rant here. There you go.