Shut Up.

Time = 6:22

Mood = Exasperated, Stressed, Bonkers....

Music = Lisztomania

What I SHOULD be doing = Writing frantically at my 2000 word paper.

Random fact about me = I read so much manga that I whip out sounds like "nn." and "uwah" and "kyaa" in my every day conversation.

So, there's this one girl who never fails to annoy the hell out of me. I feel really bad, because like, she reminds me of who I used to be, but the difference is, when I was like that, I was like, 13, and she's 18. The first time I met her, I immediately disliked her. That should have been my warning sign, but of course, I ignored it. I mean, I avoided her for a long time at first, but then another friend of mind was close with her, so I decided to give her a chance. Bad. Move.

This girl has issues coming out of her ass. Seriously. And who does she come to to talk about them? Me. Why? I HAVE NO CLUE! I mean, I don't get why she'd trust me more than somebody that she's known for longer, you know? Like, within a couple of days of knowing me, I was already getting all of her problems.

My biggest issue is that I don't know when to stop. I don't realize that I should really avoid somebody until after I'm already knee deep in their shit. And that's not for everbody. I have a couple of friends that I value a lot and don't mind helping with their problems (probably because that's not the basis of our friendship, just a piece). But yeah. So I listen to this chick's problems, even help her get past them a bit, and now she's glued to me.

Where I go, she goes. Seriously. I'm afraid to tell her when I do something, because I know she's gonna follow me, and suddenly this thing that I love which was totally mine suddenly becomes hers too. And that pisses me off. A lot.

And another thing that really bugs me is how she texts with EVERYTHING. She seriously tells me everything. It's like one of those tweeters who tweets like "I just finished a bag of chips." It's like who in hell gives a rats ass about this, and why must you subject me to it?! seriously. Guh. I'm so sick of these texts, that it's too the point that when I receive them, I actually physically groan. I can't help it. That's how much dread I build up with this chick. I wish she'd just get a fucking shrink and move on with her life.

Of course, one of the problems, is that she allowed me to help her to a point, and now all she's doing is sitting in this miserable, twisted state, denying that there's anything else to deal with, and that now that she's dealt with one thing (or rather, found a placebo to distract her), she's totally perfect and fine. WRONG! there's a lot of shit that she needs to work through, and it pisses me off that she can't see that.

And every time something comes out of her mouth, she reminds me of how twistedly messed up she is, and how she refuses to listen to me. I'm so sick and tired of this, you know? I'm tired of people waiting for me to fix their problems while they sit around and do nothing. IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT, FOLKS! You gotta do your part too!! Anyway....

I've probably wasted way too much time writing this, and am just as annoyed as I was when I started, so this has served to do little for me except waste my time... -sigh-

To those of you with midterms, good luck.

To those of you without? Lucky ducks.

Toodles!