So I logged in to icq ’cause I kinda wanted to distract myself with some zoopaloola and guess who was online?
Exactly, “Sweetheart”.
I knew I was gonna regret it, but I IM’d him anyway.
We were talking about work and how the get the right job and things like that and we were getting along just fine and then, all of a sudden, he was starting with all this “I’m not good enough” shit again.
So I told him that maybe he should get some help (cause from time to time he suffers from depression and stuff and I had always advised him to get help) before he starts something new.
And then he BLEW ME OFF. Said ‘bye’ and logged off.
And I’m like FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
Grrr.
I KNEW I was gonna regret it.
That is it.
I have had it up to fucking HERE.
I have a lot of fucking respect for you/my friends and your/their opinion but that changes the second you don’t respect me or my opinion/advice.
I will take a lot of shit but only up to a certain point. And you mister, have REACHED IT.
Fuck you! For real, just go, FUCK YOURSELF.
The Way to Wonderland is paved with Madness. 