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I've had it. I can only take so much before I snap, too! YOU may be mentally ill, but I am NOT!
I am SICK of your mood-swings. I am SICK of your manic-depressiveness, fatalistic attitude, and low ******** self-esteem. ENOUGH! ENOUGH ENOUGH ENOUGH! Before, there was Behemoth to help with this, but he's not here now, so everything gets piled onto ME! I am TIRED of being your ******** soundboard! I've stopped caring about what happens to you. Why? Because it's too much! I can't worry about you and everything else. I know I'm supposed to be your best friend, and I know I'm supposed to care about you, but it's too much. You're the machine, and I'm your mechanic. Normally, this mechanic has no problem fixing the damn machine when it breaks or malfunctions, but you malfunction once a week and break at least once a month, and this mechanic is sick and tired of fixing this machine.
I need a break, or I need to break it off. I'm going to crack. Mom was right: you WILL bring me down. I've started to THINK like you are, pessimistic, miserable, fatalistic, and I wasn't before! I didn't think like this before. I've started to see a ******** SHRINK, because of the thoughts I've had. I've started CRYING for no reason whatsoever, and I didn't do that before without cause.
You have a good life. You have food to eat, a roof you don't have to pay for, two grandparents who love you enough to share that roof with you, a little sister who thinks the sun shines out of your a**, a JOB when most people can't find one right now. So what if your job is stressful? So it 90% of the world's. At least you have one, and you have a paycheck to look forward to. You have it GOOD! You have very little reason to be so damn unhappy.
 Azzy-chan89 · Mon May 04, 2009 @ 05:53am · 1 Comments |
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