I wish you would stop doubting me so much, I really don't try to be spacey but I have a hard time paying attention to the server, teamspeak and you all at once. I wish you would be more forgiving when it comes to the fact that I stop talking for a few minutes because your dad's bird is giving me a fucking migraine. I would love to see you move out, to be anywhere OTHER than your dad's house, your family consists of all of my least favorite people as of late and you expect me to want to call all day every day, I don't see how either of us are ever going to get jobs with you being the way you have been lately.
I also think it's bullshit that you keep complaining about your bad dreams but when I ask what they are about you just go "the usual" the usual covers a lot of fucking things, while none of them are good, some of them are worse than others and I find it hard to understand it when I am sitting here going "you told me a few months ago that you often like bad dreams more than good ones.."
I am doing it again, I am keeping my bad dreams and bad feelings to myself because I feel like I am just a burden when I talk about them.. I don't know what I am suppose to do but somehow I am still handling it better than you. Even though I don't vent to you about it every day, and get high every day to dull down the pain or whatever reason you say for it... I don't mope around for 5 hours after waking up like you do, why do you have to be so fucking extreme all the fucking time?
~end rant~
For everyone dealing with bullshit, never let life kill your spark.
