I am sick. I am sick of it and I am sick of you. All of you, not one or two, no this is for fucking everybody. I am god damned sick of this shit. I am sick of all the people who want to own me and I'm sick of all the people who want me to want to own them and I'm sick of all the people who say they don't and change their mind the second they have to actually put up. I am sick of being the weird one, I am sick of the excuses, and I don't give a fucking DAMN if you weren't raised like me you've had a whole damned life to get the fuck over yourself, stop being selfish little bastards, grow a spine, and stop acting like two-year-olds bickering over the Legos. I am sick of being nice and understanding and supportive. I am so fucking sick of "processing" that the next person who uses that word with me is getting a dictionary shoved up their ass. I am sick of my culture and my species and all the god damned chimpanzee mentalities that we not only propagate but DEFEND. I am sick of people being hurt because I am who I say I am and do what I say I do instead of being who they secretly thought I really was but just wasn't saying it. I am sick of fighting an uphill battle for everything, I am sick of wiping other people's emotional asses for them, and I am sick of playing bellhop for other people's baggage. I am sick of giving you more time. I am sick of being patient with your shit. I am sick of all the problems people make for themselves because they need the god damned attention. I am sick of NEVER finding other people who actually feel the way I do about love and I am so terribly mortally sick of all the people who say they do and are fucking lying to themselves and to me and I am sick of finding that out too late. I'm sick of being rational. I'm sick of being fair. I'm sick of listening to everybody else's side of the story. After a decade of this bullshit I am sick unto death of being odd man out every time it comes to love. And don't you fucking DARE tell me everybody feels jealous and it's a natural emotion and it's perfectly fine because that's bullshit, jealousy is the part of you that never got over throwing a temper tantrum because you aren't the center of attention and the star of the show and how dare other people play with your toys.

And tomorrow I'll apologize and say I don't really mean all this and that I realize I'm asking for things people just can't give and being a horrible hypocrite but right now I don't fucking care and I'd set a match to the whole race if I could.