I want to wring your neck. Literally. Like, so hard that your eyes pop out of your skull. You're so fucking hard to deal with sometimes that I wish I could just kill you and collect the insurance money and live my life the way you never would've let me. Fuck. You say all these things and you can't even follow the shit that you say. And things are a lot easier when you say them and blame me or make me look bad. It's not so easy to do shit when you have an overbearing, widemouthed bitch standing over you.
I get that shit is happening. I'm trying my hardest to cope, to figure my own shit out, to fix whatever I have to fix but you're not helping whatsoever by standing there judging me and whatever. And it really doesn't help when you piss the fucking shit out of me and then expect me to take it in stride. One of these days I should tape record you so you can hear just how bitchy, demeaning, and judgemental you sound.
Fuck sake, be a fucking human being. Just because you seem to move at a robotic pace doesn't mean that the rest of us are as unfeeling and as coldly efficent as you.
I can't believe you sometimes. Really. You act as if everything you do for me is a favor. Well, it's not. And I go out on my ass for you, too, but I guess you just don't see it or maybe you don't want to see it. But I get it now, now I know why you have no friends, why no one in this family WANTS to talk to you. Here was I thinking, hmm maybe they just don't get you. Reality check: you're a fucking bitch. I guess I should never forget that, huh. Well, there goes my good mood. Surprise, surprise.