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Hello everybody, and welcome to Points of View, with me, Anne Robinson.
'Why?' is probably the most annoying question on the planet - Sometimes, the answer is 'Just because.' But that is rarely enough for some people. You want to know why? Because I'm pissed the fuck off, that's why. I (as many other people tend to be) dislike very much being lied to, or at least having versions of events moulded and twisted in order to suit the storyteller. If I think enough of someone, then I try and help them as best I can, and probably much to my disadvantage, take most people at face value - which in turn leads to my trust and friendship being abused largely without my knowledge. Because human beings are nice like that - Give an inch, take a fucking mile.
Largely the answer to that question, is because there's inneumerate things that don't add up, things that don't really make sense in my own mind - So I'm cutting the cord. I'm getting the hell out before I get dragged any deeper into someone else's mess. Call me paranoid, call me a bitch, call me whatever the hell you fucking like, but there's been far too many times where I've been told stories that turn out to be motherfucking fairy tales and I point blank REFUSE to be taken for a motherfucking mug again.
Sort whatever mess it is out BETWEEN YOURSELVES, and then maybe get back to me when I don't have to fucking get dragged into it. Real life is fucking dramatic enough without being spun yarns from across the water, too. There's so much hearsay and bullshit and fucking lies flying around that I'm getting inside before I get royally shat on. Simple as. As I've said before, it's not my fucking problem, and as much as I don't mind lending a friendly ear... provided that it isn't abused.
Maybe the person who this is addressed to, Maybe they won't. Maybe this is the explaination they are looking for, maybe it isn't. Whatever. Just thought I'd make my point clear.
The more I observe, the more I conclude that there's people out there who just need, for their own sanity more than anything, to go find something else to do (She says, as she grumbles and rants in an online journal...lmfao, yeah, I know it's a joke - But the fact is that I *know* I need to get out more... lol. And if I wasn't broke, I probably fucking would!) -
At the end of the day, it's not a big deal, it's a faceless voice, insignificant in the scheme of your REAL life, so quit worrying about it. One less digit, one less screenname... it's not going to kill you. Maybe you're dissapointed, maybe you couldn't give one shit, whatever. I'm just being a selfish cunt for a change, and I'll wholeheartedly admit that, and saving myself from any undue stress that I don't fucking need - there's enough of that in REAL life... unless you hadn't noticed.
I might calm down. I might not. People are funny like that.
a PUBLIC entry, well fancy that...
'Why?' is probably the most annoying question on the planet - Sometimes, the answer is 'Just because.' But that is rarely enough for some people. You want to know why? Because I'm pissed the fuck off, that's why. I (as many other people tend to be) dislike very much being lied to, or at least having versions of events moulded and twisted in order to suit the storyteller. If I think enough of someone, then I try and help them as best I can, and probably much to my disadvantage, take most people at face value - which in turn leads to my trust and friendship being abused largely without my knowledge. Because human beings are nice like that - Give an inch, take a fucking mile.
Largely the answer to that question, is because there's inneumerate things that don't add up, things that don't really make sense in my own mind - So I'm cutting the cord. I'm getting the hell out before I get dragged any deeper into someone else's mess. Call me paranoid, call me a bitch, call me whatever the hell you fucking like, but there's been far too many times where I've been told stories that turn out to be motherfucking fairy tales and I point blank REFUSE to be taken for a motherfucking mug again.
Sort whatever mess it is out BETWEEN YOURSELVES, and then maybe get back to me when I don't have to fucking get dragged into it. Real life is fucking dramatic enough without being spun yarns from across the water, too. There's so much hearsay and bullshit and fucking lies flying around that I'm getting inside before I get royally shat on. Simple as. As I've said before, it's not my fucking problem, and as much as I don't mind lending a friendly ear... provided that it isn't abused.
Maybe the person who this is addressed to, Maybe they won't. Maybe this is the explaination they are looking for, maybe it isn't. Whatever. Just thought I'd make my point clear.
The more I observe, the more I conclude that there's people out there who just need, for their own sanity more than anything, to go find something else to do (She says, as she grumbles and rants in an online journal...lmfao, yeah, I know it's a joke - But the fact is that I *know* I need to get out more... lol. And if I wasn't broke, I probably fucking would!) -
At the end of the day, it's not a big deal, it's a faceless voice, insignificant in the scheme of your REAL life, so quit worrying about it. One less digit, one less screenname... it's not going to kill you. Maybe you're dissapointed, maybe you couldn't give one shit, whatever. I'm just being a selfish cunt for a change, and I'll wholeheartedly admit that, and saving myself from any undue stress that I don't fucking need - there's enough of that in REAL life... unless you hadn't noticed.
I might calm down. I might not. People are funny like that.
a PUBLIC entry, well fancy that...