This is why…

I hate asking from favours from you. I shouldn’t, when all you’ll have of me is the impression that I’m ungrateful, cold, heartless and arrogant.

Am I really? I must be, if all children are composed of their parents. Well, congratufuckinglations.

Sound advice is sound advice. But when it involves a barrage of accusations hurled at me for no apparent reason I REALLY DON’T FUCKING APPRECIATE THIS.

I’m bloody walking to work the next time. No one is in the mood for this on a Monday morning.

I AM THANKFUL THAT I HAD A RIDE DESPITE GETTING IN YOUR WAY AND HAVING 20 ODD PEOPLE WAIT FOR YOU. I AM THANKFUL THAT I HAD A CHANCE TO LISTEN TO YOUR SOUND ADVICE. I AM THANKFUL THAT I’M NOT GOING TO BE A VICTIM OF SNATCH THEIVERY AGAIN AND HIGHLY LIKELY SUFFER FROM A CONCUSSION OF WHICH WOULD LAND ME IN A HOSPITAL AND DAMAGING ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.

“I’m human too, and I’ve got feelings.” Don’t preach what you don’t practice. I don’t profess to be human, and I don’t profess to have feelings. We’re all inhumane and unfeeling at some point of time, and well for me that point is now – till it boils over. Then I might be a little more human, and have a little more feeling.