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Sorry if this is rude.
But i ******** hate people right now. Especially the ones who want something from me, who have no intention of being there for me when I need them.
Pretending just pisses me off, and makes me want to stab you. With the first object that comes to hand. Sharp or blunt. I don't ******** care.
I've been the good friend. I've been the shoulder. I've been the grievance sounding board. I've tried being the good boyfriend. I've tried overlooking the things that anger me. I've tried loving no matter what gets thrown at me.
And I all get is s**t on. All I get is bitches who want nothing more then an internet friend to vent to. Or I get the slag who just wants the internet boyfriend who can say the s**t that turns her on.
All i get is people who want something from me but don't give back. And I'm ******** sick of it.

Know what?

******** off.



I ******** hate selfish people.
I know I can be selfish sometimes aswell. But really, ******** you. I'm tired of being the shoulder you cry on. I'm tired of being the person you complain to. I'm tired of it all. You have friends irl. Use them. For those who don't have friends irl. GET SOME. Stop being ******** lazy, or whatever the ******** your excuse is, and just go out and get yourself a damn job/friend/boyfriend/girlfriend/whatever the ******** pertains to whomever is reading this and feels it's directed at them.

The following is copy and pasted from a pm I'm about to send to someone who's hasn't known me long, but who's been a ******** awesome friend.
And by that I mean, listening to my drama, without interjecting bitchy whiney emo rants about their own life, without giving a ******** about anything I just said.

~| "I'm just a pile of miserable offal lately.
xP
Haven't seen my best friend in over about 2 months. Have no way of contacting him, cause he let his cell phone get shut off. Don't know the number of the place he's staying at. And I can't even go to his work, cause I hear he got his a** fired. The Ex wanted us to go out again. So i said sure. We were good for about two weeks. Then she got mad at me for something, which isn't unusual but its not something that I usually care about(and by that I mean I just let it slide, cause she's worth more to me, then angry words). But this time, she kept bitching at me till I got mad. I got mad. Bitched back. Then went silent and repressed my anger so I wouldn't say something I would regret. And she got mad at me for that! ********! So she kept egging me on to get mad again. Wouldn't shut up about it. Nagged, bitched, insulted. Anything to get me mad. Then when I finally snap on her, of course I say something that I regret. She turns around and uses that as a way of feeling justified in another breakup, this time saying at the end, and I quote, "I think it's time I give up on you." and "It's not like we like each other or anything." AND "I pretty much ******** hate you right now." "|~

Friend after friend after friend.
When they're upset. I was always there, trying to help cheer them up, or fix their problems as best I could. Which, granted, wasn't good enough. And how many people can I count on when I need something?
Less than you'd think.
For ******** sakes. I can't even count on my irl best friend.
Cause he's ******** AWOL!
a*****e!
********.
I'm so ******** angry lately.
I seriously won't be surprised if I end up smashing a bottle in someones face.
I'm almost ******** scared to go hang out and have a couple beers with the guys from work. Cause I know them, and I know they'll say things I don't like, and will get angry at. I don't care if I knock the ******** out of them. Trust me, some of them deserve it. I'm scared that I will actually try and kill them. To squeeze the life from them, while watching detachedly as the last flicker of life leaves their scared, slowly dimming, surprised eyes. I'm scared that I will start hitting them with something blunt, and that I won't stop until the sounds of that blunt object squishing into what remains of their now shattered skull, till the sound makes me gag. I'm scared that I'll go ballistic. Turn into a bloodthirsty animal, ripping and tearing their flesh, just to please my sadistic blood lust.
=|
People who know me, won't believe me capable of any of that.
Just shows how ignorant some people really are about those around them.

I just ******** hate everyone lately.
I doubt I would care if I saw someone burning to death.
Even if I knew them.
Turn my iPod up, and walk right by.
Why?
CAUSE EVERYONE PISSES ME OFF!
I ******** hate everything!
I want to ******** destroy this life. This world.
So much anger. An no way to unleash it.
Be thankful I can live vicariously through video games.
Slightly.

At least the voices aren't back yet...
That's one bonus.
And if you believe that, I've got a patch of land in Saskatchewan that i can sell you for really cheap.White text.

Oh.
By the way.
If you're just going to text me to complain about how bad your life is.
Don't.
I don't want to hear it.
When you've gone 3 months without proper meals, have had your emotions played with repeatedly, losing a best friend for no reason that you can imagine, have friends who only want something from you without giving back, AND have a family member decide to try and kill themself. WHEN YOU'VE HAD ALL OF THAT THIS YEAR, not just one or two, BUT ALL OF THEM, then talk to me. But here's the catch. If you whine about how your life sucks, I'll ******** slap the s**t out of you.

Oh. and that's only half the s**t that is going on in my life right now.
=3
So don't think I'm being emo for petty reasons.

Oh. And if you think my reasons are petty, say it to my face. Unless your scared of being knocked the ******** out. Everyone prioritizes things differently. If you can't understand and accept that, die in a fire please and thank you, you're worthless and mankind would be better off without your genes.