your brand of crazy is so last season

bitches. i need to rant. i need a smoke and i need a drink and i need to vent. i have already closed my eyes and counted to ten but i'm still pretty irritated. when it comes to people i love i am fiercely loyal & sweet until sweet becomes being used... when they think i really don't understand that they are bending me over and reaming my ass hole... come on. i'm not as innocent and nieve as previously thought. i am exhausted losers. especially losers who make me hang out with losers. this makes me a loser by proxy. i am already borderline recluse. you are going to push me even deeper into my isolated cave. i prefer it there that starring in some ghettoo fab drama that is your current life. i'm not your mover. not your taxi. not your laundry mat. i'm your friend who would like to talk and actually have you listen to me. preferably not while you violently text the loser boyfriend who is (surprise fuckin surprise) treating you like shit and should win a silver medal for making you look desperate and pathetic. your last boyfriend still holds the gold. ok. sigh. end rant.