12:23 a.m.
November 25, 2005
I realized, today, my problem with you.
It's not your constant evisceration of my character, oh no.
It's that you don't treat me as a friend. I'm there for use or abuse. Never thanked, only a frustration. No apologies, I deserve no such humility. When it gets down to it, either you're being impolite or you're keeping me around longer than you need me.
We're in the middle of shit.