Love is well and truly dead.
WARNING: MAY CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE AFTER THIS POINT.Welcome to the home of hypocrisy. Where everything I'm told to not do is exactly what you do. Where you say "That's not how we do things" when it really only applies to me and not anyone else. Where you say "All you do is sit in front of the computer all day and play games." Cough Cough. Who the hell are you talking about? Certainly not me, since I actually have such a thing as homework, schoolwork and assignments. Oh. Must be about you.
Look, if you want to scold yourself, go ahead. No one's stopping you. But you don't have to fcking take it out on me just because you're not as perfect as you thought you were."Don't do this, Don't do that, Why are you doing that?!" OMFG STFU. Look who's talking. You don't know that half the things you tell me not to do is what you do every single fcking day. That's right. Just realised? Gosh, you're slower than I thought.
And if you're really going to break the computer like you said you would, how are you going to talk to your all your friends? And make free calls to the people you want to? And check your mail, read the papers, spy on someone's blog... how are you going to do that? If you're going to make stupid threats like that, at least
think before you make them. They're full of nothiing but air.
And seriously, if you want something done,
say it with fcking words. Am I supposed to know what the hell it is you want if all you do is point and grunt? And then when I don't know what to do, you shout at me. And when I raise my voice just the teeniest bit, I get shouted at. If you can shout at me, what's wrong with vice versa?
Look, the only reason I go online so late at night is because you spend the whole fcking day on it playing
games. Isn't that what you don't want me to do? Just because I'm not allowed to, doesn't mean you can, god dammit.
Sometimes I wonder how you ever survived when I wasn't around. And how you'll survive when I'm gone. Ever thought about that?
Labels: m; angst, m; pissed