And then I get thrown into a delicate situation when all I'm feeling is impatient and bitchy. And, not too surprisingly, every word that gets to me just fuels the impatience and the intolerance and the sarcasm which, nonono, not allowed to do anymore. It's beyond getting my feelings hurt; it's just plain apathy now. When you find yourself staring at the computer screen at one-thirty am and thinking "why do I care?" then it probably means there's more wrong than can be fixed.
Can I buy a gun yet? What's the age limit in America? I don't feel like looking this up.
Or, better yet, someone else could buy me a gun. You can probably even get it back once I'm finished with it. You know... Merry fucking Christmas and stuff.