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Alright, guys.
I know, I make a lot of random, useless, retarded posts than no one understands but me. And I know I don't offer many explanations.
Get Over it.
I'm here, now.. to explain a few things.
My long weekend should have been great. Three days of friends and good times. But you know.. I'm tired of having a pep-talk every 20 minutes, either in person or on the phone, and I'm tired of being told I'm useless. IT'S NOT MY GOD DAMNED FAULT PLACES DON'T CALL ME BACK FOR A JOB INTERVIEW. I'm tired of it. I want to leave, I want my parents to rot in hell, I want to be.. alright.
The whole Paige thing.
She's taking it a lot better than I am. I just get pissed and yell, and she cries. What the fuck is the matter with me. I'm tired of yelling at her, and I'm tired of being an ass, and I'm tired of people prying into my god damned business.
For all you fucking band people who read this, LEAVE MY GOD DAMNED BUSINESS TO ME. Jasmin, and Ashley, and all you other people who pry into this from Paige's end. Leave us the fuck alone. Seriously.
Yes. I am a mess. Get over it. If you're not going to help me, get away from me. I don't care what you have to say unless it's a positive thing.
Someone tell me why I try. I dare you.
I know, I make a lot of random, useless, retarded posts than no one understands but me. And I know I don't offer many explanations.
Get Over it.
I'm here, now.. to explain a few things.
My long weekend should have been great. Three days of friends and good times. But you know.. I'm tired of having a pep-talk every 20 minutes, either in person or on the phone, and I'm tired of being told I'm useless. IT'S NOT MY GOD DAMNED FAULT PLACES DON'T CALL ME BACK FOR A JOB INTERVIEW. I'm tired of it. I want to leave, I want my parents to rot in hell, I want to be.. alright.
The whole Paige thing.
She's taking it a lot better than I am. I just get pissed and yell, and she cries. What the fuck is the matter with me. I'm tired of yelling at her, and I'm tired of being an ass, and I'm tired of people prying into my god damned business.
For all you fucking band people who read this, LEAVE MY GOD DAMNED BUSINESS TO ME. Jasmin, and Ashley, and all you other people who pry into this from Paige's end. Leave us the fuck alone. Seriously.
Yes. I am a mess. Get over it. If you're not going to help me, get away from me. I don't care what you have to say unless it's a positive thing.
Someone tell me why I try. I dare you.