dear you guys diary,
i know you guys cant really offer help anymore because i shut off my phone and comments, but i still take messages via telepathic and everything and i could really use your support because i am going through this terrible ORFUCKINGDEAL right now and i don't know how much more i can take. i would just appreciate any extra thoughts you could provide me on this because ima bout ready to snap. this girl i know is just driving me up a fucking wall. fucking ALWAYS needing something and nothing is EVER enough. you could bleed to death giving her your last drop of blood and it wouldn't be enough. she makes me feel like i OWE her is the thing. i mean, i do feel bad for her sometimes, but my family comes first and then her and her family and zoo animals. it isn't my responsibility to buy her maxi pads and cat food and powdered donuts. i always smile though and never say a word but it's getting harder. i want to pick out my own clothes. ima grown fucking woman (last time i checked) and even thirty five years ago i picked out my own clothes.
i know you guys cant really offer help anymore because i shut off my phone and comments, but i still take messages via telepathic and everything and i could really use your support because i am going through this terrible ORFUCKINGDEAL right now and i don't know how much more i can take. i would just appreciate any extra thoughts you could provide me on this because ima bout ready to snap. this girl i know is just driving me up a fucking wall. fucking ALWAYS needing something and nothing is EVER enough. you could bleed to death giving her your last drop of blood and it wouldn't be enough. she makes me feel like i OWE her is the thing. i mean, i do feel bad for her sometimes, but my family comes first and then her and her family and zoo animals. it isn't my responsibility to buy her maxi pads and cat food and powdered donuts. i always smile though and never say a word but it's getting harder. i want to pick out my own clothes. ima grown fucking woman (last time i checked) and even thirty five years ago i picked out my own clothes.
