I can’t help it if you’re of an incurable form of stupid.

I’ve had the longest week in the world.

No thanks to you.

I’m really tired.

And I don’t wanna hear your dumb antics on how you can “help”, because everyone’s so trusting of a stranger whose only strength you can see online are the choice of words he uses. Because everybody really wants to hold your hand and skip through fields of flowers with you just because you think you have something in common.

And I’m really fucking annoyed.
And you’re pretty fucking dumb sometimes. With the way you’re arrogant and insecure at the same time. I mean, your intentions are good. But come on. This is Los Angeles. This is 2007. Who is really going to believe that your intentions are anything but honest?

Its a Friday night. Can you please just leave me alone for this one time?

Out of patience,
Karen

And to the rest of you: Does it look like I’m sooooooo terrified of asking for help? I’ll ask for your help if I need it. I’ll ask for your input. Or you could ask me if I’d like to hear what you’d have to say. But until then, could you please stay out of my business? I’m not so dumb as to walk into a complete disaster with my eyes wide open at the same time. Trust me.

And to another certain you: Stop harassing my mother. You’re all in your fucking middle ages and you’re acting like me. I’m pretty sure that says something on your character. However, I’m allowed to act like a giant ‘tard because I’m 20 and its in the job description. But you? You’re acting like a child. And yet, for some reason, you think that people should look up to you as their superior? Get a clue. If you’re going to accuse my mother of things she never did, talk shit about her behind her back, get pissed at her because you think she’s mad at you for talking to somebody she doesn’t like (3rd grade much?) — then guess what? You’re in no position to act like anybody’s superior. You’re an elderly. I get it. You’re older than me, I get it. But in no way does it mean that you’re at all better than my mom (or anybody else, for that matter) is.

Don’t make me wipe my ass with your paperwork. D: