Sunday 13 July 2008

Sono Sono Sono

The count down hasn't barely even started an everything I imagined is happening as I suspected it would.

I'm being forced into socialisation, going to an event I am not interested in going too, because my time with a person I do not like is fast coming to an end.

Shopping spree's are being thrust into my every spare moment. I hate shopping especially for dresses and shoes. Also hate even more going shopping with certain people who believe they have a right to choose my outfits.

An once I found something I like, I have absolutely no interest in visiting more shops to see if I can find something I like better. No I won't regret not shopping around, I never have before.

I don't actually care what you are going to wear an I tired about hearing how your going to spray paint your hair so you don't look so old. Deal with it your old.

Life must be made easy for you and your family, care given to their thoughts and feelings. But you won't lend consideration and understanding to others.

The desire to stamp my feet and scream are becoming more an more attractive ways of dealing with the situation. How ever I am trying to be an adult an thus very aware that that kind of behaviour is not fitting of a person my age. So I will reign in my behaviour and limit myself to a slight retraction of the nose and polite 'no' next time you pull a gaudy sequinned laden atrocity from the rack. But in this tiny little space you can not see just let me say.

"IT'S NOT ABOUT FREAKEN YOU!, It mine and Who/What/Where are my decisions very glad of your input but seriously. It not a time I want to look back on an continue to say to myself I hated it all. It's not only the conclusion, it's also the run up too it that matters. I will draw a line I will make you cry and I will stand there as you call me a rude selfish cold bitch an suggest that I am lacking in purity if I have too. But you haven't even bothered to give positive comment, so why should I treat you any less then I might a bank manager?"

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