Why I work when I can... besides the money..
Is it too much to ask for a little respect? I haven't been eight years old for ten years. I haven't been a child for a long time. I'm not a moron, I'm not ignorant. So why is it so hard to move on from my former childishness (being a ten year old or so) the way you "move on" from my idiotic TV shows? you must live in a fucked up world or something. since when was Mythbusters a show, literally, for retarded, stupid people like myself? Why is it so hard for you to treat me like another human being? Why can't you give me the benefit of the doubt, like you would a stranger in the street? Can't you just treat me like the adult that I am now? How is that too much to ask? How do I NOT deserve something? I'm not your doormat, I'm not your Tool. I'm not for you to benefit from. GET IT ALREADY?
Grow the fuck up.
your job is NOT as bad as mine. You let people drive you around all day... in a parking lot. You sit all day. since when do you have to deal with idiots in such a way that you can't POSSIBLY point out what they're doing wrong? Since when have you had to suck up YOUR pride on the job? you're the TEACHER. You don't get harassed by horny old men. You don't get called an idiot for making a mistake, YOU do that to your idiot students.
guess what: you don't know everything and everyone. people aren't the same as you. No one has the same background, or education, or life experience in general. when will you learn that? I already have, I have to to do what I do.
and yet, I'M an idiot. I'm a child. I don't have the brain capacity for the world.
I'm sorry I'm not voting Liberal, but you know what? I don't want to get a Satisfactory Government controlling my country. I want the best. I want to follow MY beliefs. I'm sorry if I think the world could be a better place, and that what we're doing IS wrong, and that I am such a "hippie".
how is it so hard to see these things? How is it so hard? Why do I put up with you putting me down every minute I spend around you?
someday, I'm going to insult YOU every chance I get. and you won't be able to do shit all about it. I'll make you feel that way I've felt the last ten years of my life: like I'm a cage, with an asshole retard poking me in the gut with a fucking stick.
see how you like it.
there's a severe lack of appreciation and empathy in this place. Sometimes I find it amazing that I never tried to Off myself in the past few years. Those two people in the room behind me know NOTHING about the last few years of my life. They don't know that last year I dated a thirty year old. They don't know I've spent the last three years in depression. They don't know just HOW LOW my self-esteem is, and what lows I would go to to drop a few pounds. They don't know I smoke as much as I do, that I've done pot, and that I have two grams in my room right now. They don't know about my pink bong, my papers, my headaches... they know nothing. but they act like they do.
and I say nothing. because I know better. How can you blame them for acting like that? I never talk about it.
But, for fucks sake, don't say the Litter box for the cats should be in my room, where no one would notice it, and be so fucking serious. Don't insult my tastes in movies and music because you think yours is premium. Don't make assumptions about something you know nothing about. you wouldn't nag to an astronaut about the effects of weightlessness in space on ants, would you? of course not, you're not an astronaut, you aren't a rocket scientist.
the same goes for human behaviour, jerkoff.
Am I asking too much when I say to Leave me Alone? I'm trying to AVOID causing my mother to endure yet another fight between us. Why would you nag at me still? oh right, because it proves that you won the right. you fucking three year old.
just.. grow up, or cut me out of your life. because when I move out, thats what I'm doing to you. You are not my family. my family doesn't treat me like shit. and never try to insult them by calling them your family too.
Just stay away from me forever.
Grow the fuck up.
your job is NOT as bad as mine. You let people drive you around all day... in a parking lot. You sit all day. since when do you have to deal with idiots in such a way that you can't POSSIBLY point out what they're doing wrong? Since when have you had to suck up YOUR pride on the job? you're the TEACHER. You don't get harassed by horny old men. You don't get called an idiot for making a mistake, YOU do that to your idiot students.
guess what: you don't know everything and everyone. people aren't the same as you. No one has the same background, or education, or life experience in general. when will you learn that? I already have, I have to to do what I do.
and yet, I'M an idiot. I'm a child. I don't have the brain capacity for the world.
I'm sorry I'm not voting Liberal, but you know what? I don't want to get a Satisfactory Government controlling my country. I want the best. I want to follow MY beliefs. I'm sorry if I think the world could be a better place, and that what we're doing IS wrong, and that I am such a "hippie".
how is it so hard to see these things? How is it so hard? Why do I put up with you putting me down every minute I spend around you?
someday, I'm going to insult YOU every chance I get. and you won't be able to do shit all about it. I'll make you feel that way I've felt the last ten years of my life: like I'm a cage, with an asshole retard poking me in the gut with a fucking stick.
see how you like it.
there's a severe lack of appreciation and empathy in this place. Sometimes I find it amazing that I never tried to Off myself in the past few years. Those two people in the room behind me know NOTHING about the last few years of my life. They don't know that last year I dated a thirty year old. They don't know I've spent the last three years in depression. They don't know just HOW LOW my self-esteem is, and what lows I would go to to drop a few pounds. They don't know I smoke as much as I do, that I've done pot, and that I have two grams in my room right now. They don't know about my pink bong, my papers, my headaches... they know nothing. but they act like they do.
and I say nothing. because I know better. How can you blame them for acting like that? I never talk about it.
But, for fucks sake, don't say the Litter box for the cats should be in my room, where no one would notice it, and be so fucking serious. Don't insult my tastes in movies and music because you think yours is premium. Don't make assumptions about something you know nothing about. you wouldn't nag to an astronaut about the effects of weightlessness in space on ants, would you? of course not, you're not an astronaut, you aren't a rocket scientist.
the same goes for human behaviour, jerkoff.
Am I asking too much when I say to Leave me Alone? I'm trying to AVOID causing my mother to endure yet another fight between us. Why would you nag at me still? oh right, because it proves that you won the right. you fucking three year old.
just.. grow up, or cut me out of your life. because when I move out, thats what I'm doing to you. You are not my family. my family doesn't treat me like shit. and never try to insult them by calling them your family too.
Just stay away from me forever.
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