I am sick of carrying a (you)man. Walk beside me or be drug along under my wheels, but I am not your mommy, nursemaid, therapist...actually all I AM is superior to you. Because I say what I mean and what I want. I am honest and direct. I don't run from confrontation, I excel at it. You avoiders, unable to be accountable for even your OWN actions. Bunch of pantywaist losers. I don't want to hear your endless mind numbing whine about how you cannot get a break, or it's not your fault. Don't get all weepy and doe eyed telling me how I am SO different than everyone else. And for fucks sake don't sing to me. Makes me want to retch. I don't care about your lost love, your mother issues, your CD collection. Holy crap get a nice hairy set and a spine then come talk to me.

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