You will never see this, because you don't care about others. You will never see this, because you don't care about me.

I fucking HATE you. I am sick sore and tired of listening to your boring life stories and ridiculous complaints about being sore and tired and annoyed and your never having free time. It is your decision to work all your fucking life. You decided that. Yes, just you. Nobody forced you to make this decision. Your decisions brought about this pain you so vehemently complain of every single day and night, you fuck. I loved you because I was lonely. And now I'd trade that feeling for loneliness any time of the day.

I don't expect anything of you. I don't ask you to do things for me. You expect me to go visit your fucking horse with you all the time. Just do it yourself, and stop complaining about him being such a drag on your patience and your bank balance. He is your responsibility. This does not prohibit you from complaining about said responsibility, however please keep it out of my fucking earshot. There is a reason I have few responsibilities. I detest them. And you are my worst right now.

You prefer sleep to me; you prefer WoW to me; you prefer putting on your fucking massage cream and sitting still for ten minutes (thirty-five) because you "have to" to me. Am I anything to you? I am fuck all to you. Every time I mention something you dismiss it instantly with a one word anwer or you start yapping about yourself. You aren't so fucking amazing, by the way. You are a pain in the head. You are normal, and boring. Why am I with you? No clue, I say.