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Saturday, November 08, 2008
you are the eldest child but we have to worry the most for you. do the most for you.
okay yeah. whatever. if you wanna stop all the worrying all the doing, then just do it, you know. tell me im not welcome here anymore. because me being the bummer that i am will just continuing staying in your house, making it messy, coming back at times that dont suit your fancy, even though i have no idea why it wouldnt, cos seriously it doesnt make a difference what time i get back, i dont come back to listen to uncomplimentary things. i dont even like, staying with people 24/7. okay? when i talk to you you sacarstic things like oh this is the first time youre asking me youre asking me how my work was! i hate it that im so weak that i dont just get down to it once and for all and be independent. i hate it that im so weak that i dont just buy insurance, wait required number of years then just opt out. you know? i know i wont change. not enough to fit your already not-high expectations. i cant even change enough to meet my own many-times-lowered expectations. you say you didnt do these kind of things to your parents? well alright. i fail then. i wont be able to treat my parents the way you do yours. i wont ever be half as hardworking as you. i wont achieve as much with as little as you. i wont survive as well as you in any sort of situation. yeah. and so on. what else. it has to end somewhere, you know. we cant go on forever, each hoping the other will miraculously change one day, never living up to each others expectations. one of us has to end it somehow. god i hope i have the strength to make it me. leave.
9:47 pm
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.