Level 7

monday, april 6, 2009 - 6:26 p.m

stop asking for my fucking help.

im not here to be your support system.
and im not trying to spend my time with people that make me miserable.

all ive been hearing lately is “he did..?” “thats not right” “what happened?” “how are you?”

im fine.
he moved out.
stop asking.

“you have to be there for her”
no, i dont have to be anywhere.
because im sick of being stuck in the middle of everything.

“did you talk to him?”
“what did she say?”
“how is she?”
“what is he doing?”

dont fucking ask me.

get a grip on yourselves and stop dragging everyone down with you.

“your no help at all”
good, im not trying to help at all.

the honest truth is that i dont give a shit.
whatever you do isnt my business.
i. do. not. care.

and yes, that is what its come down to.

“your turning out just like…”
“your being a little bitch”

okay, step back a little bit and see the big picture you managed to create.
i. hate. it. here.

“today we can…”
tomorrow you can spend time with…”

no.
i do not want to spend time with either of you.
you have no idea how i feel; being dragged around all the time.

so no.
you need to understand that i have my own shit going for me.
im not ten anymore.

so leave me alone.
go wallow in your own self-pity.
and stop bugging me every ten miuntes.

im mad, upest, agitated, frustrated.

and hate is a feeling thats becoming common.
and its a word that ive been using to often.

because i. hate.

and thats all it comes down to.

()