I honestly feel like getting rid of every fucking body in my life right now. Except twin. I mean, this is a normal thing for me. Once the novelty wears off, I could give a goddamn, really. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to hear about your day. I don't want to tell you about mine. I don't to exchange witty banter with you. You can go to hell. Right now is not the right time to play the random question game with me, or ask me to do you a favor. If you are insecure about ANYTHING, right now is not the right time to come to me to calm your frazzled nerves.

Yes, your ass looks fat in that dress.
Yes, your tracks are showing.
Yes, she's probably cheating on you.
Yes, this will happen in every relationship you'll ever be in.
No, it's not your significant other, it's you.
No, things won't get better.
No, people don't change.
No, the third time is not the fucking charm.
Yes, fucking his best friend will make you feel better.
As will slitting your wrists afterward.
Are we finished?
Get the fuck away from me.

But because I know this is a stage I go through, a completely personal problem, I don't ignore people when they talk to me (I won't start a conversation with you, but I'll allow you to talk to me). Then, I get irritated with them, because they're talking to me, and it just turns into a lot of resentment, which makes me want, even more, for them to stop talking to me.

Right about now, my acquaintances are my best friends, because those muhfuckas know when to GO THE HELL AWAY.

Yes, I'm aware I'm unstable.

kthxbye.