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Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

I hate people.  But mostly, I hate needy people.  I hate people who don't seem to be able to do anything for themselves, and need to ask me to do the most simple, mundane things for them, as though they can't handle themselves.

And I hate hypocrites.  Especially the ones who deny their hypocrisy like it's impossible for them to do.  Listen, people, I try and get up their as much as possible.  It's not my fault that driving two hundred miles every single day isn't the most important thing to me.  I do have things I need to do.  I actually do have a pseudo-job now, and that keeps me busy, and besides that, I don't have a license yet.  And I don't see anyone jumping up at the chance to come and visit me, either.  If you think it's so easy for me to jump up and come down there, then I'll just have to assume it's just as easy for you to do it.  Stop bitching and whining at me because I'm not down their every day.  And it wasn't my choice to move back in with my mom.  It was either leave, or live on the street, because my dad had kicked me out.  Don't act like I took the option in some selfish moment of stupidity, because I didn't.  I did it because I like being alive.

And also, I hate lairs.  I hate it when people promise me something, and then don't deliver.  Like my mother, who promised Tommy would be back and spending the summer with me.  And yet, here I am, still alone and miserable, having nothing to do other then to listen to other people whine, bitch, moan and complain about everything in there fucking life. 

Such as:
Kim: "My life is so hard, because I can't lose any weight and my parents figured out I smoke and now I can't, and I don't understand why everything has to be so unfair."  She wouldn't have any trouble losing weight if she'd actually fucking try to every once in a while.  She's not old enough to be smoking anyway, and so I'm not to surprised her parents, who had a close friend die of lung cancer, and who's house has burned down twice already, would dislike her smoking.  Not that unbelievable. 

If you want me to come down, some down here first.  If you want to bitch at me about how much your life sucks, find someone else to whine at, because I'm not taking this shit anymore.  If you're going to fucking lie to me, don't, because I'm not fucking stupid.

I fucking hate life.
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