I hate being your only hope. I hate how you constantly ask me what to do with your life. I hate how when I give you my opinion or some advice, you shrug it off, and continuously bitch about how there's nothing left for you. I hate how you make me feel as if I'm abandoning you if I can't help you. I hate how you're all petulant when I tell you that sometimes you need to help yourself. I hate your emotional dependancy. You are a leech. An emotional leech. You thrive on pity, and crying, and I hate it.

In other news, I have forms, and papers, and absent people, and forms, and a wedding to go to. I have no distractions from work and life.

I am boxed in, and there are people in there, with questions, questions, questions, whining, whining whining...

Have you ever thought that maybe I don't want to listen to you any more?

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weird weird dream. - June 18, 2006
jobness! - June 08, 2006
rommate flux - May 29, 2006
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don't be afraid of the future. it doesn't include you, it only removes you.

It is the duty of every patriot to protect his country from his government."
- Thomas Payne