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a thank-you would be nice. a simple gesture of thanks. it takes two seconds to say, but means a heartful. i drive you downtown, uptown, around fucking town. and you don’t even have the common decency as a human being, to appreciate what i do, for you. you are so self-involved, so self-absorbed, too selfish to even think of the words “thank-you”. this may be harsh, i’m aware, but one day, when my temper reaches it’s full capacity of “i can’t take this any fucking longer”, you will hear exactly how i feel.
and it won’t stop there. oh no, i have a whole semesters worth of rage pent up in my soul, and one of these days it will be relieved. because honestly, you did this to yourself, but you are just too selfish to see that.
you may dress like adult, you may speak like one too, but perhaps it’s time to stop crying, grow the fuck up, and act like one.
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