[6o9] Please

Listening to: Please - U2
Feeling: used
You idiot. You stupid, fucking idiot. He's 15! You fucking idiot, he's motherfucking 15! And you want him to do the same job that our 40 year old uncle does?! HE'S FUCKING FIFTEEN. He's a fucking shrimpy 15 year old KID, and you want him to tell BIKERS where they should park? AT NIGHT? ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE? what the fucking fuck is wrong with you. 15 year old kids work at tim hortons or some shit, they don't patrol parking lots at night. You are a fucking idiot. I fucking HATE being mad at you, but fuck you, honestly. And don't you fucking change the subject in the middle of the conversation either. So WHAT if I want to take a fucking college course? Huh?! SO FUCKING WHAT?! YOU FUCKING KNEW, YOU FUCKING KNEW THE ENTIRE TIME DON'T YOU GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT. EVER. And don't get all pissy about it, you little bitch, you knew I was doing it. Don't accuse me of withholding information from you, because you have done it to ME far more than I have EVER done to you. You son of a bitch I'm a fucking adult now. See if I come to your fucking house on Monday. But oh wait, I have to, because you're incapable of feeding the cats or cleaning the litterbox once in a while. You're home for 15 minutes, it would NOT kill you. Or hey, try doing the dishes, so that when we come back, they're not a WEEK FUCKING OLD, you ridiculous man-child. God Christfuck What the fucking jesus I love you so much sometimes, but you hurt me so bad when you pull shit like this. You hurt me so bad when I have to hang up on you when you're being an idiot. I hate it when you make me cry. ~Katie
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