I write these things to find out how universal my problems really are.
Have you ever given someone every chance....2 or 3 or 4 and every time they swear it'll be different but it lasts about 2 weeks then they just go back to doing whatever they want? To know in your heart, that it's your fault because you surrounded yourself with easy people only to realize why? An entire headlong generation of bummers and jokers. To wonder why you try? If it was easy to make friends chances are it's going to be even easier to stop being friends. Trudging on day after day hoping they surprise but they don't?
Ever felt that way?
Apparently it's called Family.
I won't get what I want, I'll have to put up with constant volley of stupid, and then pay them for the priveledge.
Sometimes I wonder why I can't just meet a nice, well rounded, nymphomaniac with no family, who doesn't wanna work, whose doesn't want children or a house or a fancy car, Who is content to be content, who appreciates romantic gestures but understands that they are just gestures. I don't have to worry about her running around on me, who smokes, but doesn't drink or pop pills. I'm just sick of it. Why is it that there's only a girl out there for you if you want to marry her and have kids?