I hate

hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate

when people think they know what I’m thinking or wanting.

I fucking HATE IT.

When it comes down to my thoughts, I think I know them more than you do, ESPECIALLY when I try to be the trustworthy and nicest person I can be.

People think my reasons of doing or not doing something is for my selfish reason, why I’m fucking TELLING you my reasons.

You think people who’ve known you for awhile can recognize that you speak the truth 99% of the time, but they never pick it up….and you think they would realize that assumptions are just guesses from what is obviously shown, but for some reason they always think they’re right cuz they know everything that’s thrown at them.

It’s funny how you hate my dad, while you’re exactly like him in the aspect I just explained.

Realize that you’re not ALWAYS right….please.

It pisses me off to the point where I don’t even want to talk to you, for real cuz you obliviously mimic my father, and I don’t need another “father” figure, because I’m good with just one….

rawr.