Is it insanity? Is it an invasion of privacy? Is it dysfunctional?
I'm completely and utterly done with every aspect of this life. Well not specifically "this life." Just the people in this horrific life I, well we, have to live every single, god-awful day.
People are fickle creatures. I'm fickle. You're fickle. We are all so freakin' fickle. We change our minds constantly. We are picky about the foods we want to eat, the clothes we want to buy, the people we want to hang out with...oh! the people!
People feel the need to want to constantly be around other people for almost everything. They feel the need to talk to us about how their cat died last year...or how their dad told them they looked ugly. Honestly, I don't care about your helpless life. So don't complain to me about issues that have absolutely no importance to me what so ever.
People also feel the need to want to "help" with one's issues or extremely graving situations. Umm, no. If I say "leave me alone, I'm fine," I'm seriously fine and I seriously want you to leave me alone.
I don't need someone who is going to constantly "suggest" on ways I can better my life, or make my situation "not as bad."
If my life is screwed up, let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be...speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Sorry, I like the Beatles.
I don't need someone constantly reminding me that things are bad. Don't help. Leave me be. Let me forget about the crap and try to focus on happy things.
And I don't need a loquacious teen to tell me how.
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