Dec 09, 2006 05:39
You know what? No. I am FUCKING TIRED OF THIS.
I'm tired of being your goddamn MOTHER. I'd like to be your friend for once. I'd like to be able to hang out with all of you wihout personally TELLING YOUR PARENTS or MAKING EXCUSES FOR YOU MYSELF.
I asked you on TUESDAY. And you didn't even LISTEN when I said "go tell your parents right now!" because, you know, there's that whole COMMUNICATION thing you have to get past.
So fuck this.
If you don't want to put any work into being a friend, fine. I'm done. It's your fucking turn. Let me know when you're ready to talk. But I am DONE.
So unless you actually get it together tonight and let me know you all have figured it out WITHOUT me, this is a no go. No zoo, and on Thursday don't expect me to be nice to you. I get in a goddamn depression and none of you try to do ANYTHING about it. Fine. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST FINE. I GET THE POINT.
YOU.
DON'T.
CARE.
I'm going, ok? Don't talk to me. Don't expect me to be okay with this next weekend, if I even go. Bastards.
The worst thing about this is, that the people this applies to AREN'T EVEN READING THIS.
SO FUCK. YOU.
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friends