Maybe I do want to be treated differently, but not in that way. You know, in the way where I'm actually accounted for as a human being trying to get through life like the anonymous person walking right next to me. In the way where I'm not conceited or painstakingly dramatic. I don't know.

I hate apologies even though that makes me a hypocrite. I apologize for the smallest reasons that don't even involve me, but still.. I do it anyways. Written out apologies don't mean a thing to me. Over the phone apologies are a coward's way out. Up-front and personal apologies, who does that anymore when you have the internet?? This culture, I've noticed has become brain-dead slaves to the internet. I suppose I'm accounted for in that situation as well. It's not like you really have a choice in the matter. It's the only way to communicate now, or so the easiest way to communicate. Without any emotion, without any facial expression, without even looking into someone's eyes and having a real conversation. A real conversation would be reading text and typing as fast as your fingers can to respond according to society today. How pathetic is that?
I need a synonym for "pathetic".

affecting, commiserable, crummy, deplorable, distressing, feeble, heart-rending, heartbreaking, inadequate, lamentable, meager, melting, miserable, moving, paltry, petty, piteous, pitiable, pitiful, plaintive, poignant, poor, puny, rueful, sorry*, tender, touching, useless, woeful, worthless, wretched
Well, there. I don't even know why I just did that.

I guess it's a good reference since I abuse "pathetic". How useless is that? [woo.]

Rant. Rant. Rant, and I can't even Rant what I really want to Rant about.
There's that unpopular voice of mine again, wanting to take action. Sadly, whenever my unpopular voice is heard, it only leads me to trouble and suffering.

How lamentable. [woo.]
I once was overly forgiving.. Yet I'm not sure what to believe anymore. When you're too nice, and put up with everyone's shit, you get trampled. I for one am sick of getting pushed down into the dirt, eating the bullshit people feed me.
It's sickening [not pathetic!].
I need a spine. A strong one preferably made of steel or iron. Something that won't corode into rust and break down after too much wear and tear.

Who said wishes can't come true? They surely don't come right away though.

But these stupid little things bother me terribly.

I think I have OCD or something because all these little things... Just

Drive me insane. & I don't like it.

I don't like feeling this way. I don't like how I'm bothered and get easily jealous.

Regard me kindly, please.