these bandages cover more than scrapes, cuts and bruises from regrets and mistakes..
newsflash: any decisions about events concerning my life are to be made by ME, not anyone else. thank you.
and i especially love how all my friends trust me so much, so that i get repeated reminders to "behave." yeah thanks. i have fucking self-control.
trust me, whatever you try to say to me on the subject, chances are it will piss me off, and it's already been said. and any comparisons to the kevin/meade occurance will be duly ignored, seeing as how that was completely different circumstances.
besides. hasn't it been a known fact for years that i'm nowhere near emotionally stable enough to take into consideration the feelings of others before i act? i'm still searching for what will make me happy.
on a related note, my mother keeps bugging me about that therapist's number i got from my psychiatrist awhile ago. thanks mom. that was only, what, two, two and a half months ago? not to mention that when you asked me to get the number, it was, oh, six or seven months after i stopped seeing the last one? AND not to mention the only reason you want me to see another one is because you think it'll make me less bitchier. it's not like she actually cares, nor notices anything. i mean, fuck, she still thinks i'm taking all my meds. ha. meds prescribed solely so i won't be a burden on anyone else.
that's all people fucking care about, it seems. what will make me easier for THEM to deal with?
i have to deal with myself 24/7. they can at least get away for awhile. actually, that sounds like a good idea. how about everyone just gets away from me for awhile?
and i especially love how all my friends trust me so much, so that i get repeated reminders to "behave." yeah thanks. i have fucking self-control.
trust me, whatever you try to say to me on the subject, chances are it will piss me off, and it's already been said. and any comparisons to the kevin/meade occurance will be duly ignored, seeing as how that was completely different circumstances.
besides. hasn't it been a known fact for years that i'm nowhere near emotionally stable enough to take into consideration the feelings of others before i act? i'm still searching for what will make me happy.
on a related note, my mother keeps bugging me about that therapist's number i got from my psychiatrist awhile ago. thanks mom. that was only, what, two, two and a half months ago? not to mention that when you asked me to get the number, it was, oh, six or seven months after i stopped seeing the last one? AND not to mention the only reason you want me to see another one is because you think it'll make me less bitchier. it's not like she actually cares, nor notices anything. i mean, fuck, she still thinks i'm taking all my meds. ha. meds prescribed solely so i won't be a burden on anyone else.
that's all people fucking care about, it seems. what will make me easier for THEM to deal with?
i have to deal with myself 24/7. they can at least get away for awhile. actually, that sounds like a good idea. how about everyone just gets away from me for awhile?