Spending the past two weeks absolutely pissed off. At the world, at everyone else…nothing is safe and you can all go to hell. I don’t understand why you won’t stop being stupid. Royal you, royal we, we’re all stupid and getting on my nerves. I’m sorry you won’t get off your ass and help out. Sweet lazy babies, you’re not special. What is the matter with people? Self-absorbed…always so damn sure of what they’re not going to do. Honey child no.
Something’s gotta give because I’m this-close to quitting. Quitting everything and running off to a cabin in the woods. Nothing but the trees and the birds and me. And not you. You’re annoying. I love you.
Surrounded by horrible people. Unapologetic people. Nasty people. Mean people. Horribly, unapologetically, nasty, mean-ass people; and most of the time they’re the same person. How do you live with yourself? Day in and day out, hating the world, playing the victim…poor, poor you.
I think it’s time to sleep, but I’m too tired.