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Guess where I'm at in Mother 3?
The same place I was last week.
At Chapter 1.
In other words, badgering me to play the game when I'm struggling with exams is NOT going to work and staying in college holds a higher priority for me right now.
My reward for finally finishing the Rhetoric paper haunting me last week? I have to start yet another Rhetoric paper. Me trying to share something neat with friends? Getting such a critical response it might as well be an insult. For gods sake, don't push me before I finish my say, especially if it's a subject you know nothing about. I feel hurt and cry, and guess what happens when I turn to someone for help? That person turns on me and acts like it's my own fucking fault. See if I talk to you again if I have a problem. Maybe talking to the wrong people's all I ever done lately. Despite my tiredness and stress, I've been nothing but patient, kind and supportive. But those people treat me like I've been nothing but a bitch. That I've made no effort to understand them despite me lending my heart and ear to them and go figure, they stomp all over it.
I can be nice. I can be patient. But I'm fed up being beat like a ragdoll for being fucking supportive. That's right. You've opened up my nasty side and she'll sink her nails around your neck. I'm tired of being pushed around. I do something nice, you be grateful. There's a lot worse people in this world. Don't make me worse. I've suppressed my angry and hateful self for a reason. Because I believe in peace. But we all have our dark sides.
Comments cut off because I'm sick of people complaining about me and the last thing I want is a critical word what a stupid brat I am. Don't act like I've done nothing. I'm not giving you kindness if kindness is what you slapped me for. If you excuse me, I'm going to blow off steam and get ready for my Choir Concert before I get further behind.
The same place I was last week.
At Chapter 1.
In other words, badgering me to play the game when I'm struggling with exams is NOT going to work and staying in college holds a higher priority for me right now.
My reward for finally finishing the Rhetoric paper haunting me last week? I have to start yet another Rhetoric paper. Me trying to share something neat with friends? Getting such a critical response it might as well be an insult. For gods sake, don't push me before I finish my say, especially if it's a subject you know nothing about. I feel hurt and cry, and guess what happens when I turn to someone for help? That person turns on me and acts like it's my own fucking fault. See if I talk to you again if I have a problem. Maybe talking to the wrong people's all I ever done lately. Despite my tiredness and stress, I've been nothing but patient, kind and supportive. But those people treat me like I've been nothing but a bitch. That I've made no effort to understand them despite me lending my heart and ear to them and go figure, they stomp all over it.
I can be nice. I can be patient. But I'm fed up being beat like a ragdoll for being fucking supportive. That's right. You've opened up my nasty side and she'll sink her nails around your neck. I'm tired of being pushed around. I do something nice, you be grateful. There's a lot worse people in this world. Don't make me worse. I've suppressed my angry and hateful self for a reason. Because I believe in peace. But we all have our dark sides.
Comments cut off because I'm sick of people complaining about me and the last thing I want is a critical word what a stupid brat I am. Don't act like I've done nothing. I'm not giving you kindness if kindness is what you slapped me for. If you excuse me, I'm going to blow off steam and get ready for my Choir Concert before I get further behind.
