| Dec. 21st, 2009 @ 12:13 am (no subject) |
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Current Mood:  annoyed
Dear "Friend",
What did I do to deserve this? It seems like everywhere I go, every time I think that I may just be okay, I'm hit with either a rush of resentment (and/or other angry/irritated emotion), or everything grinds to a complete halt before it even begins. It seems that you seem to enjoy making me look like a fool, and motivating everyone to hate on me.
When I'm standing in the kitchen and you guys are downstairs in that little alcove area, I can hear you. Why the hell would I be a poor-sport, a coward, ect.? I wasn't even hanging around with you guys! I'm always on the outside looking in, as none of you want anything to do with me. It's like a big, giant hypocritical circle, and I'm bloody sick of it.
Plus, the fact that you got my cousin to say things about me really made me angry. I know that I'm a little more solitary than everyone else, and that E probably hates my guts anyways, but I have enough problems with my family. Of course, you would know everything about that, wouldn't you? My parents love you a lot more than they love me.
I was actually looking forward to today, and you ruined it.
Much disdain, me.
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Dear Mother,
I don't want to see you. I don't want to even talk to you. Every time I have a "visit" with you, I come out of it more angry and confused than before. I swear to god, once you start talking you drive around in circles for hours before we even start towards our destination. You need help, and you need to get over what happened in this house. You're stronger than this... or you were once.
No love, me.
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Dear Step-mum (to be),
I do not need to know about you and my dad's sex life. Just hearing about it makes me want to vomit. Bragging about your bedroom exploits doesn't add to my respect for you, it just makes me not want to talk to you for two weeks. Again.
Me.
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Dear E,
Just because you don't think something is funny, doesn't mean other people have to bend the same way. I really resent you sometimes - you act so fucking condescending, like I'm some kind of stupid child that doesn't know anything. Well, you know what, I'll like what I want to, and I will do what I want. There's nothing you can do about that, no matter how much of a drama queen you are. Part of me is looking forward to the day you get on that plane and fly back to NB.
Ticked, me. |