Bitter

[Need n Know]

I think I'm beginning to break down.  Great....

I've been so bitter since spring semester ended after May 8th.  Since I know myself so incredibly well (no duh), I feel that if people just take one breath and think, that they'll know exactly if I like something or not.  It's simple: if you want to be respected, respect me; if you get annoyed when someone does something repeatedly to you, I get annoyed, too.

For example, I think I have the right to tell you with a serious face to stop hitting me.  Like, you know... when someone continuously harasses you, be it your cousin or sibling or best friend, and you just walk away or tell them to "stop it" sort of seriously (but you're not even looking at them or giving them a hint that you're being playful, you know...) yet they keep doing it.  And then when you really go off on them, they make that "wtf is wrong with you" face or "wtf are you so serious" or "wtf is wrong with you" or "wtf why are you so mad" or "wtf are you angry" OR... well, you get my drift.

Yes, so I hate it when people look at me after I blow up on them when I've given them plenty of chances to stop their sh*t.  Maybe I should stop censoring myself now, but I don't want to take my anger out on you guys.

Anyway, this is why I wanted to start my own autobiography, to rant about the crap that people around me do to me after I've told them to cease and decease or give them the silent treatment but their crappy pea-sized brain can't stop to think for a minute that I just MIGHT be fed up.

Wow, would you want someone to mess with YOU every FREAKING time they see you?  And I can't get mad after I tell you over and freaking OVER again to quit?  Wow, you little mofo.



Also, I do daydream about blowing up at them and everyone of them for every little thing that they do to me.  It's a bad habit, because Ima pop soon.  Great... *sighs*.  Therapy, I need therapy.



P.S.  I'm dead serious about the people who won't stop even when I give them the silent treatment.  WOW.

[Need n Know]

Oooh, so I finally cracked.  And then they go and tell me that my cousin makes fun of everybody.  But who gave him the license to make fun of me when I sneer at him.  And then they're gonna ask WHY I'M mean to them?  HAHA, get a clue, asshole!

Haha, and when you finally tell your siblings that you've had enough, they're gonna blow up on YOUR face and tell you that YOU'RE sensitive?  Man, guess what, mofos, YOU'RE sensitive now, too, so don't be a hypocrite and tell me that shit?  Nice, riiight.  So after all that's said and done, they talk to me when I can't even get out what I WANT to say and act like they know ME?  Man, we don't even HANG OUT and I can't tell you my problems even though we're family?  Wow, life sucks even more now.  Just 'cause of people like that.