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one i have been friends with since freshman year of high school. the other i have known perhaps a total of 3-4 years. i am going to fucking kill the latter, and i don't quite know why. he is a neat freak, fine. i am a mess waiting to happen. he remains depressed about his ex girlfriend of 10 months, while he has already found a new girlfriend and had mucho sex bewteen the two. i am a ball of bitter celebacy. he just gets on my nerves. the veganism he trys to force upon me, the anti-smoking campaign he carries on in a house full of smokers, the no shoes on the carpet rule. and he asks me what is wrong, how am i doing, what is going on, am i feeling okay. what seems like every time i have some sort of human contact with him. so one day i told him. before i get home has has retreated to dallas with an eye infection. comes back with pink eye. and now stumbles around like he is on his deathbed, nursing a hacking cough and what seems like trying to smother me with guilt. i am not buying it. no. i have no room, no bed, no car, no love life. no money, no sex. no one to buy me medication, no insurance if i got sick. and he wants my sympathy?! gad damn it! yes it will all be better when i live by myself. i don't play well with others aparently. |
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