being oblivious to my every emotion, problem, feeling is their way of being therapeutic. i was down on the floor and they didn't ask me if i'm ok, they told me to get up. fucking wrong answer.
well fuck them,
i hate them right about now. i hate them. i hate them. i hate them. i hate them. i hate them. they should die.
i'm sorry, this isn't really a post. since i obviously have no one to talk to around here, i'm venting.