Seriously.
What. The. Fuck.
I get that you can ask me to do things. Of course I'll listen. I don't want to upset you now do I?
No.
But It'd be nice, if for one fucking second you'd think about what you're asking.
Everyone does it.
And they have no right. No. Fucking. Right. To ask my friend, /my friend/ to tell me to stop. Seriously.
Grow the hell up.
If you have a problem. Come talk to me.
You don't go running to my friends so that I get to have the argument with them hmm?
It's immature. Feel smug. You are actually dirt.
Like I don't have the right to miss people. To talk about my friends when they're not there. You do it all the time, you stuck up little hypocrites. You are not better than me, you do not have the right to do that whilst I don't.
The only thing big about all of you is your egos.
I have the right to have friends.
And I'd apreciate it if you'd go jump off a bridge.
Kay? Thanks. Bai.
Also, maybe I'm overreacting, maybe I'm being whiney. That's never made me stop listening to you. You're meant to be my friend too man. Right now, you're seriously not acting like it.
Sunday 5 June 2011
Thursday 2 June 2011
Haaaaah.
I have this thing that I do. When I say something- do something- I always foresee these different consequences. I see these different paths; possibilities that my action could take. It’s like I’ve imagined my own future. There’s no trend. There’s no pattern. Sometimes what I see will be wonderful a happy conversation or reunion between some friends and myself. Others, well let’s say they’re not so happy. Arguments. Cruel words. Retorts and thoughts that I wish by god to never be true.
They never are. Every time I imagine a conversation, foresee saying something to someone, it never happens. I know that once I’ve thought about it, that the possibility of it actually taking place has become impossible.
I imagine things a lot. I think it's called paranoia.
When you imagine something, and then start to believe it to the point where you start denying to yourself that it isn't true.
It must be true, it feels true.
I just hate it when despite the fact you 'imagined' it, others get to prove just how it can become incredibly real.
They never are. Every time I imagine a conversation, foresee saying something to someone, it never happens. I know that once I’ve thought about it, that the possibility of it actually taking place has become impossible.
I imagine things a lot. I think it's called paranoia.
When you imagine something, and then start to believe it to the point where you start denying to yourself that it isn't true.
It must be true, it feels true.
I just hate it when despite the fact you 'imagined' it, others get to prove just how it can become incredibly real.
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