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vintage_belleI probably wouldn't even have updated today if it hadn't been for the events of last night and this morning. However, in light of recent events, I figure I might as well. There has been nothing much happening academic-wise that would come as a surprise to anyone, because we all go through it. Homework, papers, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. There is instead something that, in my fit of childishness, I feel I must post.
Feel free to ignore the rest of this post (and this rant) if you so choose - normally I would cut it, but since the person it's directed at doesn't, I simply can't bring myself to.
To the target of my current aggravation:
Stop posting rants in your livejournal and expecting that the people reading them will automatically forgive you. It doesn't happen that way. You cannot post angsty song lyrics, poems, and rants aimed specifically at people who you see every day and expect that they won't see them. You cannot post said lyrics, poems, and rants which then target said people, accusing them of being uncaring, cruel, and unrespectful - along with more things than I can't be bothered to expand on, and expect them not to be hurt. YES, I damn well cared. YES, I was damn willing to stick up for you and have your back. But when you tell me that I see you as a tool and a plaything that is only there for my general entertainment, you have not only shown me that you don't know me even a little, but you have also indirectly accused me of taking pleasure in other people's pain, and I don't appreciate that at all. Does a person who sees you as a tool spend more time in your room than she does in her own? Does a person who sees you as a tool drop what she's doing to keep you company because you're feeling down? Not the last time I checked, but hey, maybe things have changed.
Life is NOT always hunky-dory. The sooner you realize this, the happier you will be. Don't bitch at me, then tell me that you're depressed, clinically or otherwise, and expect that to make everything all better, because it doesn't take away the fact that YOU HURT ME. You might have been hurt when posting that poem. But that GODDAMN poem spiraled into one big FALSE set of accusations and hurt, which I DON'T FUCKING APPRECIATE. We have lives to. We can't be with you every second. We try to be your friend, but you push us away and then wonder why we aren't there. THAT'S NOT HOW LIFE WORKS. I am fast reaching the limits of my patience. You either find a way to talk to me in person and make this right, or don't try talking to me at all - and I am NOT coming to you. The sign said I was at the Grill - you could have damn well walked the extra fifty feet because I've walked father than that for you.
Good day,
~Omi
Feel free to ignore the rest of this post (and this rant) if you so choose - normally I would cut it, but since the person it's directed at doesn't, I simply can't bring myself to.
To the target of my current aggravation:
Stop posting rants in your livejournal and expecting that the people reading them will automatically forgive you. It doesn't happen that way. You cannot post angsty song lyrics, poems, and rants aimed specifically at people who you see every day and expect that they won't see them. You cannot post said lyrics, poems, and rants which then target said people, accusing them of being uncaring, cruel, and unrespectful - along with more things than I can't be bothered to expand on, and expect them not to be hurt. YES, I damn well cared. YES, I was damn willing to stick up for you and have your back. But when you tell me that I see you as a tool and a plaything that is only there for my general entertainment, you have not only shown me that you don't know me even a little, but you have also indirectly accused me of taking pleasure in other people's pain, and I don't appreciate that at all. Does a person who sees you as a tool spend more time in your room than she does in her own? Does a person who sees you as a tool drop what she's doing to keep you company because you're feeling down? Not the last time I checked, but hey, maybe things have changed.
Life is NOT always hunky-dory. The sooner you realize this, the happier you will be. Don't bitch at me, then tell me that you're depressed, clinically or otherwise, and expect that to make everything all better, because it doesn't take away the fact that YOU HURT ME. You might have been hurt when posting that poem. But that GODDAMN poem spiraled into one big FALSE set of accusations and hurt, which I DON'T FUCKING APPRECIATE. We have lives to. We can't be with you every second. We try to be your friend, but you push us away and then wonder why we aren't there. THAT'S NOT HOW LIFE WORKS. I am fast reaching the limits of my patience. You either find a way to talk to me in person and make this right, or don't try talking to me at all - and I am NOT coming to you. The sign said I was at the Grill - you could have damn well walked the extra fifty feet because I've walked father than that for you.
Good day,
~Omi
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