I’ve Had It With You.
April 14, 2008
Warning: Strong language ahead. Leave now if you'd feel offended. Comments for this entry are off and no related comments will be entertained and will be deleted.
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I've had it with you.
Not only are you selfish and irresponsible. When the rest of us try to find ways and means to clean up your shit, you shoot down our solutions (which we were just discussing among ourselves, not even with you) with your know-it-all-smart-aleck-mouth.
"If you're so smart, you'd be rich(er) by now," I'd blurted out, unable to maintain my sense of propriety for that split-second.
"But I'm not," he replied.
"Precisely."
-Silence-.
How much do you really know? It's okay to admit that you don't know everything, you know.
You just do your own thing, and I'll do mine.
I'm sick of having to act even when I'm at home. I hate pretending that everything's fine when it's not. Even the other two have become trained actors - just so that we can help you paint your pretty-f*****g-picture.
Wake.Up.
I know where my sense of responsibility came from. Not from you. Sometimes I wish I could just let go and be as selfish as you. Then I wouldn't be torturing myself right now. But yet, I've got the other two to think of.
Good Lord. You're such a f*****g hypocrite. Saving others when you can't even save the people in your own backyard. I applaud you.
Just... stay away. I don't even know what to say to you anymore.
If I could move out, I would have done so a long time ago.
I've had it with you.
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I've had it with you.
Not only are you selfish and irresponsible. When the rest of us try to find ways and means to clean up your shit, you shoot down our solutions (which we were just discussing among ourselves, not even with you) with your know-it-all-smart-aleck-mouth.
"If you're so smart, you'd be rich(er) by now," I'd blurted out, unable to maintain my sense of propriety for that split-second.
"But I'm not," he replied.
"Precisely."
-Silence-.
How much do you really know? It's okay to admit that you don't know everything, you know.
You just do your own thing, and I'll do mine.
I'm sick of having to act even when I'm at home. I hate pretending that everything's fine when it's not. Even the other two have become trained actors - just so that we can help you paint your pretty-f*****g-picture.
Wake.Up.
I know where my sense of responsibility came from. Not from you. Sometimes I wish I could just let go and be as selfish as you. Then I wouldn't be torturing myself right now. But yet, I've got the other two to think of.
Good Lord. You're such a f*****g hypocrite. Saving others when you can't even save the people in your own backyard. I applaud you.
Just... stay away. I don't even know what to say to you anymore.
If I could move out, I would have done so a long time ago.
I've had it with you.




