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I'm so sick of everything right now.
Everybody's anger and uptightness.
We're all supposed to be friends. Do we need to be stoned to get along or something?
Why the fuck is it so difficult to cooperate? On a few simple things, that everybody agrees on, until it applies to THEM?
Where is your dignity, you self righteous prick?
Don't dare take it out on me, simply because I've worked so fucking hard on taming my anger, and so you think I don't get angry.
Our home will literally be destroyed if you push me.
Don't.
I've been 'difficult' lately? What the bloody hell does that mean? I've been more outgoing in my opinion? Heaven-fucking-forbid I say what I really think.
And I think a lot. If you are under the impression I've let a few of my thoughts slide, an iceberg comparison isn't even in order. Its more like the Titanic-- its all underwater, with a few measly humans escaping.
I don't have my art, I don't have my cats, I hardly have time for my books and writing, is it any wonder I've been smoking more? Has it occurred to you how long I've been without those things?
IS SOMEBODY HERE UNDER THE IMPRESSION I'M PERFECT?
And you only had to live with me to find my vices?
I don't hide them. I'm far too aware of them.
I don't pretend. I just don't freak out at EVERY little FUCKING thing, like you lot do.
You should be damn thankful I'm not able to drive. I'm not too sure I'd still be here.
And does anybody listen to my whining? I play shrink to everybody else. The only people who ARE interested are only so they may twist my opinions to theirs. Turning my venting into theirs, so I listen quietly, disagreeing with much but still letting them state their mind. As they should be able to. As I should be able to.
And how many people read this, even? And don't just write it off as nothing, because its not like I ever have anything to say.
I can be whiny, I can have my moments of weakness, I can be lonely and self-pitying and self-loathing. I can be pissed, angry, hurt.
I can be human, too.
'I'm just a fucked up girl looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours.'
Everybody's anger and uptightness.
We're all supposed to be friends. Do we need to be stoned to get along or something?
Why the fuck is it so difficult to cooperate? On a few simple things, that everybody agrees on, until it applies to THEM?
Where is your dignity, you self righteous prick?
Don't dare take it out on me, simply because I've worked so fucking hard on taming my anger, and so you think I don't get angry.
Our home will literally be destroyed if you push me.
Don't.
I've been 'difficult' lately? What the bloody hell does that mean? I've been more outgoing in my opinion? Heaven-fucking-forbid I say what I really think.
And I think a lot. If you are under the impression I've let a few of my thoughts slide, an iceberg comparison isn't even in order. Its more like the Titanic-- its all underwater, with a few measly humans escaping.
I don't have my art, I don't have my cats, I hardly have time for my books and writing, is it any wonder I've been smoking more? Has it occurred to you how long I've been without those things?
IS SOMEBODY HERE UNDER THE IMPRESSION I'M PERFECT?
And you only had to live with me to find my vices?
I don't hide them. I'm far too aware of them.
I don't pretend. I just don't freak out at EVERY little FUCKING thing, like you lot do.
You should be damn thankful I'm not able to drive. I'm not too sure I'd still be here.
And does anybody listen to my whining? I play shrink to everybody else. The only people who ARE interested are only so they may twist my opinions to theirs. Turning my venting into theirs, so I listen quietly, disagreeing with much but still letting them state their mind. As they should be able to. As I should be able to.
And how many people read this, even? And don't just write it off as nothing, because its not like I ever have anything to say.
I can be whiny, I can have my moments of weakness, I can be lonely and self-pitying and self-loathing. I can be pissed, angry, hurt.
I can be human, too.
'I'm just a fucked up girl looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours.'