It seems to me that I'm getting more intolerant of some people around me and that they are consequently/subsequently/simultaneously getting less tolerant of me.
I seem to be losing my temper more often than not. And no matter how much I try staying away from these specimens, we invariably cross paths and well, we'll leave the rest to your and my imagination.
I feel embedded in a mood to rant and crib. I wish people would respect my opinions as much as I'm expected to respect theirs.
Even though I can blindly state that I feel my expressive best at present and am enjoying myself thoroughly, I can also blindly state that I have made not many friends and somehow I don't seem to care. I'm tired of people and their vested interests, I'm tired of friends and their vested friends, I'm tired of those "friends".
I've reached the point now where I can (again safely) say that I don't give a fuck.
2 comments:
not a good place to be in...
Ure second teenagehood.
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