I don't know why, but I've been so angry lately...these past few days have been insane. I've never yelled at so many people in three days. I just can't shake this temper and this frustration with everything.
I'm sick of suck-ass employees. You come to work, to work. Not to fucking watch a goddamn sports game. If that's not okay, get the fuck out.
I'm sick of being nice. I'm sick of giving you money for EVERYTHING, only to have you waste your own on your nails and tanning. And yet you keep asking, as if nothing's wrong, how is that possible? Yes, you give me a chair to sleep on, thanks. I pay you for that. That's it. It's fun to have a friend more interested in your money than you.
I'm sick of denying the urge to drive to you in the middle of the night, or call, or text. I'm sick of thinking about you at all. I drink you away, but you always come back. We are, were, and will be nothing, always.
I'm sick of watching your life get gradually worse. I hate it, because you're so amazing and you just need a break, but life just keeps throwing you curve balls. At least you have Larry. WINKY-FACE. ;)
So I couldn't take it, so tonight I'm in Dover with my cousin, because sometimes our own lives get to be too much, and you just have to run away from it all and forget it, if only for a little while.
Happy note? Duffy is home. Everything will be perfect now that she's back <3 beest friend.
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