zenn bites...

random late-night rants of a frustrated bitch

if you shout at me before we leave the house, i will not leave with you.

if i want my laptop to be left on when i'm out of the house, i'll leave it turned on. with internet. the modem's not going to explode. i will pay you for the electricity. i only ever use it on the weekends anyway. and that's not often either.

i'm not entertaining unconstructive messages like "out?", "still out?" and "hi". if you have a point, get to it. if you want to meet, just ask. i'm sick of going around in circles and not getting anywhere.

if i want to stay in my room all day, i will stay in my room all day.

if i don't want to talk, i won't.

i don't appreciate being patronized. and i hate flippant answers.

i'm not that kind of girl. don't force yourself on me, especially when i totally do not, have not, and will never see you in any romantic light. you crossed the line and you ruined everything.

i don't need your hair in my face. be considerate. flicking it doesn't make you any more attractive.

a kiss is not just a kiss.

i hate people who assume things about me. you don't know me. fuck off if you can't be bothered to find out.

if you're a healthy 60-year-old who's perfectly capable of spending a day shopping, don't expect me to give up my seat to you just coz you're carrying too many bags.

i won't explain if i don't think you need to know. so stop asking.

people with body odour should just stay home. or learn to bathe and use deodorant.

when you say that you're there for me, really show it. i don't need meaningless words that float out of your mouth and make me feel better, then callous actions that sink me even deeper into this hellhole.

how did i get so used to this feeling of self-loath?

i hate having expectations. and i hate it more that you always disappoint me.

i'm not interested in listening about the same old wars.

i'm drained from fighting the same old fires.

i hate crying alone. and i hate it when i can't dam the tears.

i don't need you to help me feel any more pathetic.

i'm stuck in the past and i'll always compare. i miss the old you and i'll always miss us.

i've got enough shit on my plate. i can't handle it. i don't need innane rubbish to come spark me off.

am i being self-serving and horribly venomous? yes. i seem to be on a roll these past 2 weeks. well, tough. i'm not in the mood to be nice right now.