henry won't switch his FUCKING ALARM OFF
do you know the feeling when an alarm goes off that is not yours? it's brash. it's brusque. it's irritating. and worst of all, you can't switch it OFF.
i get that feeling when i talk to some people. like you can't switch off their brash, brusque and irritating drivel. of course, these people i can stand mainly because i don't hang around with them too much - or at all. however, if say a supposed close friend becomes an irritatant, u have to do something about it yes? let's say you stop talking to her becuause her nasal superficial bullshit chips against your psyche slowly, steadily, in a periodic manner becaise you can't take it anymore right?
you cannot imagine the superficialness. gah! the superficialness! the fakeness. the constant back-stabbing and inanelysuperfluous trash that comes out of her mouth (we shall not talk about what goes in too). how i wish i could just go up to her and tell it straight into her face. but i won't. i'm not like that. i'm done trying to tell her politely. i'm done with the disrepect thrown right back in my face as a result and all of the subsequent accusations of not being streetsmart enough. it's not my place to judge her further. it's not my place to take it upon myself to release my frustrations upon her by exploding in a grand mess of carthatic combustion.
i just simply can't care anymore. i'm happy because i don't talk, hang or even see her. woohooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo wahahahahhahaha.
