| Damn you allI haven't written in here in a long time. I've almost forgotten how to do it. But at least my long hiatus ensures a minimal review by others of this entry. Do not ignore me. Do not make plans or invite me, then completely blow me off. Do not not call me. Do not leave me. I am needy, high maintenance, annoying, and clingy. So be aware of this fact before you plan anything.
Please be considerate of what you're doing. Because after a while, I'm gonna snap. And under normal circumstances, I'm a bitch, so just imagine me snapping. I do not drink, nor do I have sex with anyone, nonetheless random people, nor am I interested in doing ridiculous drugs. So do not expect me to babysit you while you go do the things I chose not to do. I will take care of the people I love; in fact, I don't mind it at all. But if I'm not getting anything out of it except for the simple entertainment of watching drunk people act like asses, then I have a limit. I love to go out; I love to dance; I love to have fun. I don't like being in college and sitting home on the weekends feeling like an old person. I am young and vibrant; I shouldn't be penalized because all of my friends are idiots. Driving you around and cleaning up after you and putting you in bed and making sure you wake up alright is not what MY time is for. And it shouldn't be what you're doing with your time, either, but that's your problem. Stop making your problems my problems.
What is there to do? Maybe I should just become a beer-chugging, condom-toting, drug-doing, party-going, 3-inch clothed, teetering-drunk hairsprayed whore. That seems to be what college is for. Damn you all. |
