i just fucking hate this one person who im still friends with for some fucking reason. whenever i don't want to talk, when im either having a bad morning/day, completely tired and exhausted, or even just wanting to do work, he has the fucking audacity to not ask me what's wrong, but why im fucking "grouchy". i don't think he understands the sick and twisted shit i think of when i feel alone or upset, and he just doesn't fucking understand.
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Randomi feel like this needs to be made...i have so much shit to get off my chest... possible trigger warnings: mentions of su*c*de, r*pe, swearing, etc. (rated mature for serious topics)
