I was texting a friend tonight...and the more I was ranting...the more beautiful it sounded. For some reason when I get mad, I speak eloquently. Here we go.
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"The Rant"
Why can't someone at least try to like me wholeheartedly and throw themselves into it for once instead of me constantly dealing with skittish two-year-old-like, moronic imbeciles with wannabe-good intentions, and abusive capabilities that at times are so minor, and sometimes seem so trivial. Look at you in that "love me you know you want to", sheepish way that makes you forget the resolution to stay mad and turns you into this perpetual mass of jittering, willing to do anything to please them, mess!
What is wrong with me, why do I turn into this mindless, giggling, do anything for you idiot whenever anyone in my life demands it of me. to remain unhappy while they're just fine. And, I act like everything's ok. Like nothing can touch me, like nothing is wrong and what they do isn't killing me. And, I have these walls built up that crumble when he says my name, when any of them call, and I'm willing to isolate myself, live in pain, for their egotistical, self-centered, messed up, Fruedian, perverted, underminding, black-souless selves!
And, all they do is continue to ask, and I continue to give like they are some kind of high and mighty god I should beg for mercy and praise at their feet, because they looked my way. They walked into my life. And, I should be grateful, give of myself, morals, values, principles, love, heart, mind, soul, body, until I don't know how to be anything else. And, when their wrath falls upon me, I deserve it. Strike me down, please! I messed up. Yes, I messed up. By giving them an inch so they could take a mile!!!!!!
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Hell hath no fury.....
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Submission Name: The Rant
