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I don't care about myself.
I don't.
I don't care if someone asks me for cash on the regards of needing it for "Gasmoney" when I know it's to buy something less productive. Even if it's my last dollar.
I don't care if I have to walk all the way through rain to a store to try and get my roommates cupcakes when they've had a bad week, I only feel bad when I find they don't have any cupcakes and I come back empty-handed, and then get odd looks just because I tried to be nice. I don't care that they've been rude to the point of throwing food and footwear at me; because I slept on a friend's couch when I needed to.
I don't care if my parents fight or that my brother's a jerk.
I don't care that most of my friends use me as their pillow to cry on all the time, and only contact me when something bad happened.
I don't care if I'm lied to or treated badly. There's probably a reason, so it's ok.
I don't care if that damned bitch's ex-husband calls me and tries to blame every little piece of shit in his life on me. He needs someone to blame, and it's not like I ever met him, or ever will.
I don't care that I may never be able to ever go back up to Ohio again to see my friends, I don't mind, because it's expensive, and I know my dad's got business troubles right now.
I don't care that my mother thinks I complain too much, when she's the one who complains every chance that she gets, about her life, but if I say one thing about something, I'm being whiny.
I don't care that my father's so afraid of fights that no one can express any part of their opinions, and that if I notice this and mention it, I'm immediately the enemy.
I don't care that none of my friends from Ohio talk to me anymore.... I guess they forgot about me.... it's ok. I hope they have fun. I hope every one of them gets a great job and has a family and that great things happen to them.
I don't care that I had a shitty week last week and things kept piling up and that Asmo pulled the "Milkshake" thing. I just feel bad now, because of how mad I got and how bad my temper was.
I don't care that my new friends in my new college are conceited and self-absorbed. On the inside, they're usually very insecure about how they look and feel. I try to help them with that.
I don't care if you outright yell at me.
But at least respect me.... at least try and understand that I'm not some "dumbfuck from texas" or some "idiot hyped up on sugar".
I try to see the good in everyone and in every fucking situation.
It just gets annoying when someone manages to hurt my feelings. and usually, the funny thing is, you're more likely to hurt them by just not knowing that you're doing it.
Hell, apparently no one in RL knows that they disrespect me day after day after day....
But I don't mind, because I don't trust all of them.
It's if you know me, truly know me, and manage to accidentally find that chink in my armor.
I try hard to help. I'm not trying to boast..... I'm just stating a clear understatement.
I just want to be able to help everyone, especially the people important to me.
But.... I just feel like.... people just.... don't respect the the effort that I go through to try and make everything ok. People only see that I'm soaked, but don't ask me why, otherwise, they'd know that I walked a mile to try and get you cupcakes, and I'm only crying because I wasn't able to get you any, and that I wish I could give one to you so that I could see you smile....
I don't.
I don't care if someone asks me for cash on the regards of needing it for "Gasmoney" when I know it's to buy something less productive. Even if it's my last dollar.
I don't care if I have to walk all the way through rain to a store to try and get my roommates cupcakes when they've had a bad week, I only feel bad when I find they don't have any cupcakes and I come back empty-handed, and then get odd looks just because I tried to be nice. I don't care that they've been rude to the point of throwing food and footwear at me; because I slept on a friend's couch when I needed to.
I don't care if my parents fight or that my brother's a jerk.
I don't care that most of my friends use me as their pillow to cry on all the time, and only contact me when something bad happened.
I don't care if I'm lied to or treated badly. There's probably a reason, so it's ok.
I don't care if that damned bitch's ex-husband calls me and tries to blame every little piece of shit in his life on me. He needs someone to blame, and it's not like I ever met him, or ever will.
I don't care that I may never be able to ever go back up to Ohio again to see my friends, I don't mind, because it's expensive, and I know my dad's got business troubles right now.
I don't care that my mother thinks I complain too much, when she's the one who complains every chance that she gets, about her life, but if I say one thing about something, I'm being whiny.
I don't care that my father's so afraid of fights that no one can express any part of their opinions, and that if I notice this and mention it, I'm immediately the enemy.
I don't care that none of my friends from Ohio talk to me anymore.... I guess they forgot about me.... it's ok. I hope they have fun. I hope every one of them gets a great job and has a family and that great things happen to them.
I don't care that I had a shitty week last week and things kept piling up and that Asmo pulled the "Milkshake" thing. I just feel bad now, because of how mad I got and how bad my temper was.
I don't care that my new friends in my new college are conceited and self-absorbed. On the inside, they're usually very insecure about how they look and feel. I try to help them with that.
I don't care if you outright yell at me.
But at least respect me.... at least try and understand that I'm not some "dumbfuck from texas" or some "idiot hyped up on sugar".
I try to see the good in everyone and in every fucking situation.
It just gets annoying when someone manages to hurt my feelings. and usually, the funny thing is, you're more likely to hurt them by just not knowing that you're doing it.
Hell, apparently no one in RL knows that they disrespect me day after day after day....
But I don't mind, because I don't trust all of them.
It's if you know me, truly know me, and manage to accidentally find that chink in my armor.
I try hard to help. I'm not trying to boast..... I'm just stating a clear understatement.
I just want to be able to help everyone, especially the people important to me.
But.... I just feel like.... people just.... don't respect the the effort that I go through to try and make everything ok. People only see that I'm soaked, but don't ask me why, otherwise, they'd know that I walked a mile to try and get you cupcakes, and I'm only crying because I wasn't able to get you any, and that I wish I could give one to you so that I could see you smile....