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20060615 : 4:47 PM
to That Person: you may think others are dirty, but you are the filthiest one of all. how dare you touch my sketchbook. how dare you almost tear off one off the pages in my sketchbook. how dare you even act like everything is all my fault by whining and acting all indignantly cold. i give you my word, which unlike yours, is actually trustworthy: i will never forgive you for this disgusting act expected of such worthless trash as you. hatred simmering in my heart. there is patience, control and self-restraint, and there are limits. even now, you rant and holler like a rabid dog about how "you like the smell of the dustbin?... next time i throw in the chute, see how you feel! ... don't put Eeyore on my pillow!" have you ever actually considered how irrational and idiotic your actions and words are? in the first place, if you had acted like a gracious hostess and let them just freaking see your stupid piece of white fluff, there would be no little tantrums of yours. i was merely being polite on your behalf and see where it gets me. oh ho, you didn't know the basic etiquette of a hostess? tsk tsk. i feel such sympathy. yeah right. i am seriously contemplating what went wrong in your mind and when it began, you know. when on earth had you become such a creature evolved of jealousy, tantrums, immaturity, despicable principles, foul language, psychotic disorders, deranged fits, etc. oh ho no, don't give me that crap "i learnt it from you!" i certainly don't go around washing my hands every 2 hours and disinfecting all my property. and i certainly try to maintain a degree of civility around you, difficult as that is. i don't go into jealous rages when you get something i don't have. i don't sit around in the toilet waving wads of toilet paper and talking to myself. in short, i'm growing UP. you're growing DOWN. in psychological terms. a word of advice: you can either make an appointment with a therapist and find out what's your freaking problem, or you can try to change yourself to become a better person that maybe this family will actually come to appreciate. do you have any idea how sick and tired we all are of listening to you and your material wants? "i want that Baby-G watch!" right. and what's gonna happen to your other watches? say, your Swatch? have you seen how haggard Mom and Da look? and you haven't even done anything to earn it. your grades? bull. they're your duty, not your exchange-for-rewards-items. leastways, if i want something, i try to get it myself by saving up. maybe you might think i'm a hypocrite, which you're right on one point, i am. but at least i'm not too blind like you so i can actually see my flaws and improve them. i will be lowering my pride and begging you for the last time as a sister: please, change before it's too late. before you become truly ugly, festering and wallowing forever in a bottomless pit of jealousy, sin, and pity. |
the round one.
Just your average human specimen wanting to be something more. Also has an absurd fondness for potatoes and shoes, among other things.
what i want.
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