I had my night of looking at beautiful women interuppted by one Leah Petersen. Who as of now I am washing my hands of. It's too fucking draining. I knew she would be a lot of work. But she's just gone on with this big speil attacking me because I told her what I wanted. And apparently seeing and being with her is so very out of the question. She has absolutely no compassion for anyone but herself. She is of the belief that noone else has tasted sadness or misfortune because they aren't her and they haven't had the things happen to them that she has had happen to her. O-FUCKING-K. It's bad what happened, and I feel sorry for you! I was the one who wanted to help you overcome it! I can tell I would have had to have been such a little bitch in a relationship with her. I could never have had an opinion, and I would constantly have had to tiptoe around every little thing so as to be sure not to offend her. I don't want to be mad at people. I hate being mad. I'm mad at everyone all day at work. At stupid rude asshole customers who mess my shit up and waste my time and stink themselves up with a mixture of coffee/cigerette breathe and maybe a little bit faeces. I never wanted to get mad at Leah because it's always as if you running the risk of her doing something stupid and hurting herself, or worse. I can't put myself through hell for the rest of my life just to apease her. Sure, you don't want people to die or anything. And I'm really weird about people being sad. Like I can't even watch someone lose in sport because I hate to see the dissappointment on people's faces.
Maybe it's a good thing. I'll go out this weekend. I'll spend the money I was going to use on the $800 phone bill from talking to Leah and get drunker than I ever have before. I'll see who I wake up next to. Totally out of character for me as I've only ever woken up next to the one girl who I've ever had sex with. But who gives a fuck, eh. Or maybe I'll go hang out at Stockland on Saturday and pick up all the little skanky teenagers who follow me around. Fucking hell. Sometimes - fucking hell.
Maybe it's a good thing. I'll go out this weekend. I'll spend the money I was going to use on the $800 phone bill from talking to Leah and get drunker than I ever have before. I'll see who I wake up next to. Totally out of character for me as I've only ever woken up next to the one girl who I've ever had sex with. But who gives a fuck, eh. Or maybe I'll go hang out at Stockland on Saturday and pick up all the little skanky teenagers who follow me around. Fucking hell. Sometimes - fucking hell.
It's ridiculously hard to deal with people when they're supremely unstable.
Thank you for your kind words