Quotes And Sheeeit
I hate
disrespectful, douche bags that ask me to get naked on the internet. If I wanted to, it would have already happened. Get over yourself.
Venting. Deal with it.
After all of the years I spent putting up with the bullshit of just you, I still go out of my way to do exceptionally nice things because oh, i don’t know, I actually give a damn about what happens to you. I provide things that you have been unable to provide for yourself. The things that I do for you are so completely out of my way that it’s ridiculous. For years, I have been the only family you have ever known even though I am not blood and sure as hell don’t have to put up with your bullshit. I could walk away at any second and tell you to fend for yourself because out of all honesty. Nobody else cares about you.Your entire family has disowned you, your friends treat you like shit and your girlfriend is a self-centered, drug addict that uses you because you’re attractive and willing to put up with her. It’s bullshit. I don;t ask for anything crazy in return. I just want to be respected and appreciated. Like a simple “Hey, I hope things are going well for you” or “Thanks for spending weeks making me something because you wanted it to be just perfect.” You just don’t give a damn at all. I keep trying to walk away but I can’t. Every time I do, my life just starts falling apart piece by piece. Everything starts going miserably wrong. I sound like a whiny, little bitch right now too and quite honestly I could care less. I am whining and I am complaining. I am telling you that you need to stop being a douche beg because I’m over it. You’re stuck with me. I am your family and that can’t be changed. No matter how much of a dick you try to be or how much you try to get rid of me, I will be here. When you decide to get over yourself and start appreciating what has been given to you in life, karma will stop being such a bitch. Things will start to finally go your way and you will begin to progress in life. I hope that happens soon because you have the potential. You are worth it. Whoever decides to bitch to me about the typos in this can kiss my ass because I don’t care at all. It was a rant, not an essay.
