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He wanted help with making a card for someone for Valentine's Day. I blew up. Holy crap, I hate Valentine's Day. I had forgotten all about it, despite my mom sending me heart-shaped Dove chocolate and a cookie and little debbie cakes >.> I made sure I forgot. And now he ******** brings it up and proceeds to LAUGH when I say I hate it. I don't want to see him get hurt on that day. It's a commercialized load of s**t, but people take it seriously. I never really understood how shitty it is until high school, and I've hated it ever since. Sure, candy and stupid mass-produced cards are fun, but I still hate it. I wonder if Erin still has the bracelet I made her... I'll never do anything personal for that day ever again. It's a load of crap.
And he keeps asking me what he should do. HOW THE ******** SHOULD I KNOW? Since I'm SUCH a good example and all. I've been successful, um...NEVER. I get more and more pissed the more he asks.
 nepie · Mon Feb 02, 2009 @ 12:47am · 0 Comments |
