Don't you just hate people?
Dear all, I understand that I've been neglecting blog.co.uk, but the following post is a bitchy one.
ENTER BITCH!RANT
I hate people who think they know you so well and believe in the strict matter of cause to effect, particularly in your own timeline. They believe that they know everything about you and can assume everything that's going through your mind and believe that they can relate or empathise with it, or even make a comment about it.
D'you know what? No. You don't know me. In fact, I don't know myself all that well, so how can you assume that you know me like the back of your hand? I'm not as simple as you think, and I have a hell of a lot going on in my mind that I have never said to anyone.
Don't think yourself so special. No-one knows anything about me.
No-one.
It's just facts and figures and actions of cause to effect with you, isn't it?
Don't you understand that the mind is an amazing thing? It's more than just a few words being said or a secret being told or an action being done in a set place in time and location.
You're simple if you can think such things.
You really think you're like me, do you?
Sometimes I just sort of hope that it's some dumb idolisation that's keeping you near me, but now I know for definite that you're trying to empathise with me. You want to be next to me through everything.
And you don't even know what my everything is.
And I hate people who lie to try and get what they want. How selfish can you get?
Sure, in some respects I can be different to you, but isn't that what makes you unique?
I don't want you following me and wanting to do everything with me because you believe that I do different things compared to you.
Sure, I do. What does it matter to you, though?
You needn't lie about something so you can feel similar to me. Or force yourself to like something that I like or make jokes with me about what I've done?
That's stupid.
I'd even go as far as to say that's low.
I have just gotten a text
*PAUSE OF RANT*
And I also hate how you think you can be like me by hanging around with me, or sharing the same interests as me or even using my own words and saying jokes and talking about something that I did.
That's right, Sherlock.
You didn't do it, I did.
Get over yourself.
I became friends with you because I liked your style and perspective on life. I wasn't looking for another version of me.
It's painful to watch myself.
Because it's horrible.
Sure, I have an influence on those people I meet, whether it's good or bad, but so does everyone else, it doesn't mean that the influence had to be put into motion.
I don't want to see me or hear me talk everyday because I'm not that keen on myself anyway.
Can't you just be who you are?
That's why I spoke to you in the first place.
Get the Fuck over yourself.
END OF BITCH!RANT
Ikr, that probably didn't make any sense at all, but I'm too annoyed to read it again.
Do you know people say that when you blog, it's meant to release all these emotions or calm you down?
Yeah.
It doesn't.
I just finished watching The Notebook, in other news, and I feel unwell and tired so had the urge to start bitching.
Is that harsh?
Anywhat, I feel a little sick.
BRB I NEED TO THROW MYSELF INTO THE BATHROOM AND THROW UP
I have lost my camera wire for uploading DDD:
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KTHXBAI YOU GUISE.
