Rebel Dynasty
Creator of Microcosms
Why the hell do you insist on phoning me everyday?
Oh right, it's so you can spout on and on about whatever you want, ask me how things are going on my end; one half nosy curiosity, because we both know you don't give a sh*t and you just want to live vicariously through me, and the other half some obligatory b.s. on your part.
Then what do you do when I actuall deign to give you a tidbit of how things are going on my end? You cut over top of me to continue with the same crap you always go on about.
If you happen to recall anything I say, and if it was something of a somewhat serious nature, you either see fit to give me advice I didn't want or need about it, or make overly-opinionated comments about it if it doesn't have to do with me per se, but a friend of mine that you felt the need to ask about (despite not having seen them in five years or more).
If I don't give you any "juicy tidbits" from my life or the lives of those closest to me, you whine about not having anything to talk about. Well y'see...we wouldn't have this issue, if every time I went to tell you something about me you actually GAVE A DAMN and showed actual support about my aspirations and didn't cut across me to go back to your sh*t (because f*ck knows I haven't told you about any of my problems for years, so when I do give you info on me, it's usually of a neutral or positive nature).
One of these days, all this word vomit I've been choking back for all these years is going to come out, and y'know, I'll be relieved when it does, because it's been a long time coming, and we both know if I calmly talk it over with you, the same over-sensitive b.s. you always pull will come to the surface. I could be as gentle as possible, and you'll still take it like a spoiled child. So f*ck it, I'll embrace the day I stop holding back.
I'm so glad DNA is all that really binds us.
Oh right, it's so you can spout on and on about whatever you want, ask me how things are going on my end; one half nosy curiosity, because we both know you don't give a sh*t and you just want to live vicariously through me, and the other half some obligatory b.s. on your part.
Then what do you do when I actuall deign to give you a tidbit of how things are going on my end? You cut over top of me to continue with the same crap you always go on about.
If you happen to recall anything I say, and if it was something of a somewhat serious nature, you either see fit to give me advice I didn't want or need about it, or make overly-opinionated comments about it if it doesn't have to do with me per se, but a friend of mine that you felt the need to ask about (despite not having seen them in five years or more).
If I don't give you any "juicy tidbits" from my life or the lives of those closest to me, you whine about not having anything to talk about. Well y'see...we wouldn't have this issue, if every time I went to tell you something about me you actually GAVE A DAMN and showed actual support about my aspirations and didn't cut across me to go back to your sh*t (because f*ck knows I haven't told you about any of my problems for years, so when I do give you info on me, it's usually of a neutral or positive nature).
One of these days, all this word vomit I've been choking back for all these years is going to come out, and y'know, I'll be relieved when it does, because it's been a long time coming, and we both know if I calmly talk it over with you, the same over-sensitive b.s. you always pull will come to the surface. I could be as gentle as possible, and you'll still take it like a spoiled child. So f*ck it, I'll embrace the day I stop holding back.
I'm so glad DNA is all that really binds us.
