Sep 12, 2006 20:48
you're doing it wrong again.
you're doing it wrong again. that isn't proper english. it's to her, not just her
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why are you laughing? that's not funny. nevermind, it doesn't matter. no, you don't understand. that's the problem.
would you please stop it?...i swear, it's not funny anymore!
i finished the macaroni and cheese. hey! you don't have to flip me off, it's not that big of a deal! would you calm down please? stop acting like you know everything. you don't even know what you're talking about.
who cares? leave me alone.
stop tickling me, okay? you don't get it. when you poke people's sides, it hurts if you do it too hard.
you don't get it.
stop it.
i said stop it!
no...no, like this.
would you please shut up?!
i have so much work, leave me alone.
you're doing it wrong again.
hey, God. don't you get it? look what you did. look what you freaking did. we can barely hold a conversation. i used to think that all deaf people were like this, but it's not true. it has nothing to do with the deafness. it's the a.d.d., and the dyslexia, and the freaking...slowness that you stuck on him too. why? i mean, geez, it's not like his life wouldn't have been hard enough already. do you even understand how hard it is to have an argument with someone but feel like you shouldn't argue with them, because no matter who wins the argument, intellectually, you're always the winner. yeah. and then i feel bad when i'm proud of myself for stuff. i feel like i shouldn't feel proud. i should just feel friggin lucky. so you made him messed up, and you made me...lucky? newsflash: i don't wanna be lucky. i also don't wanna feel like i'm a spoiled brat for saying this because there's starving children in africa (obviously with more problems than i have). but you know what? i do. i do feel like a spoiled brat. so what's up with that? friggin conscience, that's what. so now i'm the lucky spoiled brat. with a conscience. which is a great feeling, let me tell you. but i suppose you'd know. i wonder if you look at all of us and think "geez, i wish i didn't always win. i wish i didn't have to feel friggin lucky all the time." so do you feel spoiled? do you feel as messed up as i do? oh no wait..i'm the "lucky" one. fine, do you feel as messed up as he does? because i bet he feels pretty freaking messed up sometimes. so, God, what's up with that? why is he so messed up? and why am i "lucky"?
you're doing it wrong again.