Day Five: A Picture Of Yourself.
It seems like I really am always right. In the non-cockiest way; I. Am. Always. Right.
When it comes to this kind of stuff at least.
I KNOW I can't ask you for things because you complain about them, and when I bring that up, you deny it and say that you do it out of your own will.
Yeah, k, I appreciate your generousity, but respect would me nice too. And not just to me, that includes the one you chose to spend your life with. Is that the way you treat that person? Last time I checked, no, it wasn't. So don't tell us to shut the fuck up, if you can't do it yourself. Oh, and name calling isn't necessary either.
People don't fucking understand why I'm so hesitant to ask you for things. "Ohhhh just ask him." Shut the fuck up. You don't know what I get out of asking him. Yeah, I get what I want, but I also end up really fucked up, just like now.
It's not something I can easily talk about with people. So don't even bother asking. If I can't do something, I. Can't. Do it. Quit begging.
Bye.
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