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Less fucking apologetic. Lately, that is. Less sympathetic, less caring, less nice and as much as you might bitch and complain I can't see how it's a bad thing. I want to be done with this scraping and clawing. Fuck. That. Just because I don't hesitate to stand up for myself doesn't mean I want to have to fight every time I come into work!
At least it's raining. My headache is threatening to explode and the rain is good for that for me.
Don't blame me for your fucking failings. Don't lie to my face. Don't cheat me. Don't lie about cheating me. Don't waste my time, and don't attempt to guilt me for any of the above. These things, for the record, are completely unacceptable and exempt you from my natural desire to be kind and loyal.
When I say I'm not careful around people I don't mean I'm oblivious or purposefully cruel. I'm ok with following a fair number of unspoken rules - and I know when and how I break the ones I do. If you don't know what I mean go listen to some Bach or maybe Stravinsky. Not that I'd claim to have a full knowledge of these things - how could I? How could anyone? I've only got one fucking life, give me a break. I'll learn as much as I can and if you aren't doing the same then you shouldn't complain when you fall flat on your face when you try to change keys.
I haven't been this mad in a very, very long time.