smothered hope

Here's the frustration.

No, not that kind; I quit tomorrow night. The frustration is this: I want to be able to have something that is just for me. Do you all hear me? Just. For. Me. I don't think that's too much to ask. I give a lot, too much. Ideas, help, support, direction, friends, blah blah blah. Leave some for me, 'kay? Just fuck off. Thanks.

P.S. Doesn't this take you back to the old days? Like before I nuked 700 entries of angst? Fun, ain't it?

P.P.S. If you're offended, good. Now, fuck off.

P.P.P.S. The chances of this actually being about you are incredibly low, so don't be so offended, 'kay? One of the things I get to have is the right to blow off steam in public. Thanks.

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previously on Smothered Hope:

unreal - 20.05.08
in which our narrator kinda just babbles on a bit - 15.05.08
drank several margaritas last night. they were great. - 04.05.08
spacey - 29.04.08
i will most definitely regret posting this in public - 28.04.08