Why must people be so messy?
But then again, why am I surprised?
Why am I surprised to see the very thing that I know. I know that you won't do anything for or with me. I know it. I know it. I feel it. I live it. But to hear the lame excuses and then seeing that you in fact do those very things. Or have done those very things and that it is IN FACT ME, not you as described. But ME that you have such a hard time with.
Man talk about constant slaps to the face.
Not even upset or surprised.