The worst feeling in the world is probably waking up in the morning after crying yourself to sleep.
The puffy eyes -____-
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Dat Meltdown
It's funny how when I want to talk about something that's been bugging me, I ask if we can have a serious talk.
When you wanna talk about something that's been bugging you..oh wait you don't wanna talk. You just flip out and break up with me.
huh.
So I guess neither of us knows how to change.
When you wanna talk about something that's been bugging you..oh wait you don't wanna talk. You just flip out and break up with me.
huh.
So I guess neither of us knows how to change.
Mute
I wonder why you think silence means that I don't respect you.
Besides the times that I am doing something and you ask me a question and I don't respond.
And don't lie. you do that too.
I'm talking about the times when you ask me something and I don't answer or acknowledge because I am THINKING.
Did you ever think that its because I am so afraid of what you might think of my answer that I just don't say anything?
And another thing. Apparently, my dear roommate worries about the same things you do. Mr. Guitarist and I had quite an interesting heart to heart after you left. We agreed. Just cause you're doing things, doesn't mean you're doing things.
You rag on me that "i don't have a plan in life"
I know my options. I can go to graduate school, get my degree and I can teach and do research. Or I can go into public history. Public history has a huge range of things I could do.
You seriously think I'm only passionate about something because I took one class? You seriously think its because of one class? Remember how I took Latin all through high school? Remember how it was my favorite class? Remember how I won an award? And did you ever realize how much I loved mythology? Remember when I taught it to you that one time? And you weren't even paying attention to me. All you cared about was your penis.
I know my options.
Don't try to belittle me, saying that the highlight of my life is working at a frozen yogurt place. First off, its a part-time job. Secondly, I don't mind working there, the people are nice and I like it. Third, calm your tits.
And what about you? You said this just the other night. You're only planning on doing collegeworks this year. I asked what you want to do after that. You said "I dunno...real estate I guess"
OHMIGOSH it looks like you have as much planned as I do. look at that.
Quit acting like you have everything planned out. You can't plan for life.
And yeah I know you're going to have some amazing stupid argument to shut me down later.
Cause that's what you do. You shut me down.
Besides the times that I am doing something and you ask me a question and I don't respond.
And don't lie. you do that too.
I'm talking about the times when you ask me something and I don't answer or acknowledge because I am THINKING.
Did you ever think that its because I am so afraid of what you might think of my answer that I just don't say anything?
And another thing. Apparently, my dear roommate worries about the same things you do. Mr. Guitarist and I had quite an interesting heart to heart after you left. We agreed. Just cause you're doing things, doesn't mean you're doing things.
You rag on me that "i don't have a plan in life"
I know my options. I can go to graduate school, get my degree and I can teach and do research. Or I can go into public history. Public history has a huge range of things I could do.
You seriously think I'm only passionate about something because I took one class? You seriously think its because of one class? Remember how I took Latin all through high school? Remember how it was my favorite class? Remember how I won an award? And did you ever realize how much I loved mythology? Remember when I taught it to you that one time? And you weren't even paying attention to me. All you cared about was your penis.
I know my options.
Don't try to belittle me, saying that the highlight of my life is working at a frozen yogurt place. First off, its a part-time job. Secondly, I don't mind working there, the people are nice and I like it. Third, calm your tits.
And what about you? You said this just the other night. You're only planning on doing collegeworks this year. I asked what you want to do after that. You said "I dunno...real estate I guess"
OHMIGOSH it looks like you have as much planned as I do. look at that.
Quit acting like you have everything planned out. You can't plan for life.
And yeah I know you're going to have some amazing stupid argument to shut me down later.
Cause that's what you do. You shut me down.
Friday, August 24, 2012
meester woolf
I guess I have to apologize on behalf of Mr. Wolf.
Sorry for calling you names. Sorry for attacking you.
So quit it.
you're hurting me :(
who the fuck is dot.
Asshole
I love you. You know I do.
But things are different now.
I like MasterChef. I like watching tv with you. But its just not the same as last year and The Office.
It doesn't feel the same. I'm not feeling it. I'm sacrificing my time by watching shows that I have already seen, just so you can watch and catch up, and half the time you aren't even paying attention; always on that damn phone of yours.
You say that I'm full of empty threats and fluff. But they aren't empty threats. They're promises.
You say that you have a breaking point. So do I.
Part of me has half a mind to just chuck your phone as far as I possibly can...and then go stomp on it some more. Sometimes I really want to punch you in the face for being an asshole.
After our talk last night and then you saying that you had a date? You're the biggest fucking asshole ever.
Go die in a hole.
Do you enjoy making me squirm? Do you enjoy causing me heartache?
Obviously you do. ASSHOLE.
WHO THE FUCK IS DOT.
But things are different now.
I like MasterChef. I like watching tv with you. But its just not the same as last year and The Office.
It doesn't feel the same. I'm not feeling it. I'm sacrificing my time by watching shows that I have already seen, just so you can watch and catch up, and half the time you aren't even paying attention; always on that damn phone of yours.
You say that I'm full of empty threats and fluff. But they aren't empty threats. They're promises.
You say that you have a breaking point. So do I.
Part of me has half a mind to just chuck your phone as far as I possibly can...and then go stomp on it some more. Sometimes I really want to punch you in the face for being an asshole.
After our talk last night and then you saying that you had a date? You're the biggest fucking asshole ever.
Go die in a hole.
Do you enjoy making me squirm? Do you enjoy causing me heartache?
Obviously you do. ASSHOLE.
WHO THE FUCK IS DOT.
Fine...
...that was harsh. But seriously. Why the double standard.
It's not cool.
Stop it.
Who the fuck is dot.
It's not cool.
Stop it.
Who the fuck is dot.
Dot dot dot...
Why do you always hide things from me?
What don't you want me finding out?
When did I ever hide anything from you? That Tyler-thing that happened last year, I didn't hide it. I could have very easily have deleted that conversation. But I didn't. Because I said "I wonder. But that will never happen because I love Kevin" I thought that you would understand that it meant just how much I love you
We were apart for most of the summer due to you working and now suddenly I'm not even allowed to look at your phone? Talk about a double standard. Goddamn.
And who the fuck is DOT.
fuck you
What don't you want me finding out?
When did I ever hide anything from you? That Tyler-thing that happened last year, I didn't hide it. I could have very easily have deleted that conversation. But I didn't. Because I said "I wonder. But that will never happen because I love Kevin" I thought that you would understand that it meant just how much I love you
We were apart for most of the summer due to you working and now suddenly I'm not even allowed to look at your phone? Talk about a double standard. Goddamn.
And who the fuck is DOT.
fuck you
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