I don't even know
I am sooooooooo angry. Livid. And I don't even know why, really. I mean, I do, but I don't really have as much reason to be as some other people. I don't knooooow. It seems like everyone has chosen these last few days, and this upcoming weekend, to be unreliable. This is why I don't make plans. Especially for my birthday. Because they always get ruined. My unit, reason number 3 that I moved here, is falling apart. Bob forgot about my birthday, which means Nikki can't come, because he was supposed to bring her. There are things that I am supposed to have that I don't. FUCK. And of course everyone is appologizing. Well guess what, be sorry all you want, that doesn't change the fact that you are all self serving jerks. Everyone is always sorry, and that doesn't change anything. Sorry doesn't put things back together. Sorry doesn't bring you here. Sorry doesn't keep it from happening again. Sorry doesn't call me back. Sorry doesn't do JACK. Go ahead and be sorry, but I have no mercy left for you today. I won't tell you it's okay.
Now I have to go to work and make sure I leave all of this shit, YOUR shit, here. Because unlike you, I feel the need to be reliable. I have people who rely on me in order to function. I certainly can't help them with you in my head. FUCK.
Now I have to go to work and make sure I leave all of this shit, YOUR shit, here. Because unlike you, I feel the need to be reliable. I have people who rely on me in order to function. I certainly can't help them with you in my head. FUCK.