Give Me My Peice
Why?
Whats the deal here?
How come everytime I start a convosation with any of you, I get sucked into a black hole of having to care about every detail of your shit-begone life? Every preschool problem, every little thing you can deal with, but dont.
Well, sometimes, guess what? I have problems and shit to deal with too. And guess what? Sometimes I. Dont.Care!
Do I come to you everytime I have a loose stitch in my life? No. I dont. I dont ask too much of any of you, do I? I care about you because I am your friend. I dont demand you comment on every toughness that crosses my path. But sometimes, I ask a little decency and compassion. Too much? If so, piss off. I wouldnt need anything you can offer anyways.
Im here about to break, on shit's cliff. Im getting shit pounded from every angle. My mom worried, my dads being a douche, my sister is gone, my friend died and another one of mine could be going to jail. And if you think thats near the half of it, then youre worse than I even want to imagine!
I have a right to be angry and I am taking full advantage of it.
Every time I open aim. I get a 'hey' and then you, not matter who you are, tear into a gut wrenching, sob story about how things are so hard, and you cant handle it. And for fuck's sake, I dont even get a greeting before you attemp to tear my heart out and expect me to burn my brain trying to help you.
Im not saying I dont care. I do. Really! But my problem is: Do you? Wheres your compassion. How many people have offered thier condolences to me in the past week of all you? FUCKING TWO! Anna and Kori. Im not trying to blame everyone or anyone but if you feel guilty from reading this, then you probrally are!
Anna was the only one to atleast have the inkling that something was wrong and she didnt have 10 thousand god-damned entries to read about it...I dont want you all to worry and be my strong sholder all the time but I want to know what you care, I want to know that I have one. Atleast one.
This is not going to lay on my mind. I wont have this festering in me. I decided to say my peice and Ive said it. Im not Atlas, Im not here to carry the burden of your world on my sholders...you give me yours and I give you mine. Thats how it works. Even Atlas can shrug.