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Sep 19, 2007 14:15

I hate being told what to do.

On principle. I hate it. I don't care if it's for my own good. I don't care if I was about to do what I am being told to do. I just hate being told what to do. I can't explain my irrational announce at anyone trying to get me to do anything, but my God it's there.

I don't care if my ways are inefficient. They are mine. I won't see a doctor and I won't go to bed early and I'm not going to pay my gas bill because I'd really rather spend the money on buying booze and decorations for Chris's party.

And I don't need to be taken care of. I'm not weak, or deathly ill, or hopeless, or depressed, or struggling, or bad, or troubled.

So don't tell me what to do, and don't try to fix me. Because I'm not broken.
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