Sunday, April 22, 2007
there wasnt one bloody day out of the 2 weeks i was on mc that you didnt bug me.
i was down with goddamned chicken pox you fag. let me explain to you what that consisted of- painful sores all over your goddamned body, fever on off on off on off, zilch appetite, no company, staying at home day after day after day. that powerful combi just makes one very very and i repeat very sick and depressed and lonely and sad and all the other negative feelings and vibes life's gotta offer.
did you ask how i was? no. you just messaged/called repeatedly to voice your concerns (no no not about my health) to panic/rant/complain about school matters that are so brainlessly trivial i have absolutely no clue why you cannot handle them yourself. and im AT HOME, what do you expect me to do, organise a pep rally?
there's just so much bullcrap that one can tolerate. and in your position, you're the one whos spose to be dishin out the advice and exuding confidence and leadership traits. ha bloody ha. stop pushing all the work to me, because you know i cannot say a straight out no because i know if i dont undertake the tasks, noone else will, and you being you, will probably panic and hyperventilate even more.
enough's enough.
i have 2 weeks worth of schoolwork waiting for me and thats a huuge load as it is. you and all the shite you push my way are what we call 'excess baggage', unnecessary and redundant. harsh, but thats what you get for getting on my nerves.
i need this to be a goodgreatfabulous weekend because im not gonna like what monday brings.