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4 a.m. anger.

by lane33

Just getting so sick of everything and everyone. All of their little agendas, only talking or coming up to me when its convenient or they need something. Treating me like garbage, as if to be cast off into my own secluded island, only to almost attempt to justify everything with an apology, repeatedly days, sometimes weeks later. As if that makes everything okay, erases all the hurt. But what's the need for all the apologies in the first place? Do you feel guilty? Do you see how actions and words incrementally destroy people? Whatever, I don't care how you wanna spin it, and explain it to others. Can you explain it to yourself? Maybe you don't see, just too busy focused on your selfish business. Might as well stop wasting our time, y'all can just go fuck yourselves.
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Dec 14, 2014
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Haven't been sleeping much, plus I'm a pretty angry person. Those aren't excuses, just facts. I'd say sorry if I offended anyone normally, but I really don't give a shit anymore.

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