Monday, 27 April 2009
11:57:46 PM (GMT)
So why do I even care.
I'm not fucking old enough nor experienced to help any of you God damn people with
your fucking "depressing" lives.
Have a good day for once.
I have enough problems.
But I listen anyway.
Why? Why do I fucking listen?
I'm not even sure I care.
But I'm a good friend.
That's what good friends do, isn't it?
When is it MY turn to complain and get away with it?
To question, and have people try and explain and comfort, instead of asking me to
have a better attitude.
Tell me now, when is it my fucking turn?
I should be asleep.
I told her I was going to sleep.
But this takes me five whole minutes to type.
Next person who messages me tonight with a fucking problem
I'm going to ask them
If it's HUMANLY possible for every FUCKING person know to RANDOMLY get depressed?
What the hell people?
I don't care anymore.
I should get over it, this is stupid.
But I won't.
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