It is NOT that I don't CARE about it, it's that I AM SO SICK OF THIS.
EVERYONE complains to me, and EVERYONE has been complaining today and a couple of them DON'T seem to REALIZE that THEY ARE NOT THE ONLY ONES WITH PROBLEMS.
I know I was being harsh to Phil, this is the first time he has ever complained to me, in ever.
I want to be able to help him but his problems are just NOT the kind of problems that I can relate to. And it's hard to relate to someone who is 5 years older than you. Especially if you are under a legal drinking age in just about every country in the Western Hemisphere.
Jake and Kaseo I also care about. A LOT. But they don't seem to realize that I have problems too that I need to sort out, and that sometimes their problems seem REALLY freaking trivial.
I WANT to be able to help them, but I can't. Jake cuts. There's no one but a professional that can help him.
Kaseo lives a whole freaking coastline away from me. Not much I can do for him up here in Maine.
I CARE ABOUT YOU ALL.
BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT FUN THINGS ONCE IN AWHILE, SHALL WE?
ESPECIALLY WHEN BECCA FEELS LIKE s**t.
Being a girl is not fun.
Sometimes I really do wish I was a guy.
If I could be a guy for a day, I'd get horny and try and get an erection to see what it felt like.
I mean, it HAS to be different for guys, since they have something that sticks out, while girls don't. They just have something that opens up.
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