take your bittersweet symphony and shove it

I reject.

And kick. And punch.

I don’t like being called out. Not when you’re on AIM all the time and I try to talk to you but you’re too busy. I can’t talk to you on the phone ’cause you’ll never pick up. So, hey, when you write a smart-ass entry and I leave a smart-ass comment on it and you pop up online saying you signed on ’cause you knew I was there, gee, I wonder if I’ll be a bit pissed off. You have time for me when you’re in a smart-ass mood, but not when you’re in any other mood? When you’re too busy or whatever, but still have time to post snippits of AIM conversations with other people. Gee, that makes me feel good. I have too much stress in my life, I can’t deal with this. I just don’t have the energy to sustain caring.

WTF this. WTF that. WTF this life.