You think I'm joking about being grumpy because it's not my normal explosion. You laugh at the ire I'm keeping in check. I'm genuinely irritated by the constant inability for you to check your phone. I pay the bill, the least you can do is text me back. I paid it to talk to you not just so you can look up porn and play your videogames. I shouldn't have to text your sister to get a hold of you when I text you consistently every day. I don't mind you playing the PlayStation while I'm gone but if you're not going to text me back til she goes "Jess texted." you could at least stay awake when I get home before dark. I go to work and cone home to you either napping or still playing ps3 and then you want to bang and go to bed. How is that fair? I bust my ass all day only to get no attention. I shouldn't have to beg.
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Rantings of Borderline Personality Disorder
De TodoThis is me. My pains and issues. The thing I post are true to the best of my knowledge. This is more of a journal. Welcome to my mind. My spider is named D'Vorah Dearest.
