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miércoles, abril 15, 2009
Wtf is going on.

I'm... kind of upset, and I don't feel like talking with anyone 'bout this, because it's almost stupid, and by stupid I mean...

God. Fucking. Damnit.

DUDE, CHILL.

You aren't getting your guineas for your birthday, well that sucks. Neither can buy a PSP because it's freaking expensive and on top of that, games MUST be original so you can play them. It's OK, I know anyone who would want something like that would be disappointed. But getting a headache, being all grumpy and sort of trying to make your gf feel responsible because you're a 20-year-old CHILD... That's not friggin' right.

God, whenever he starts being that childish I feel like turning the crappy PC off and going off to smoke. Why? Because I'm annoyed, I know I'm VERY, TERRIBLY childish at times, but what the fuck, I only get clothes (and towels) for my birthday-- which I never requested nor demanded. I get what I can get, or what someone wants to give me, I don't care, it's a gift. Why do I get various things for my birthday or Christmas? Because I am kinda lucky and the people around me love to give gifts.

Actually I'm not THAT interested in receiving anything, y'know. A cheap bedspread if perfectly fine.

That's, probably, why can't I understand his anger. Or probably he's EXTREMELY passionate about everything, so the littlest thing can end up in a drama. Surely, I'll have to pamper him when he's back ('cause he left all depressed and didn't tell me what happened... probably thought I wouldn't understand)... And swear a thousand times that I love him, make him understand that actually, I don't hate him, and never would... *sigh*

I feel so tired sometimes.




Muse - Stockholm Syndrome

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