Date: 12 January 2012
I HATE when people incessantly ask me what’s wrong or why I’m mad after I’ve told them I’m fine.
If I told you I’m fine and you insist that there’s a problem, you can safely conclude that you’re the problem. You’re what’s annoying me now. So whatever the problem was before, you’ve compounded your obnoxious inquiries onto that problem to make an even more agitating predicament. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
I guarantee you don’t want to know the rude shit going in my mind so don’t press me. I’m trying to be nice and keep my head above water so if I say nothing is wrong, let it be. If the problem is serious enough that I need to tell you something I’ll let you know. One thing I’m not going to do is speak in the heat of the moment because I KNOW I will kill your precious fucking feelings. So give me a minute. Let me do my thinking thing and get back to you.
