An angry day

I'm thinking about Atlas and Rachel and what that means. I'm thinking about lust and like and unconditional love and which one fits with which person in my mind. I'm trying to get myself to stop pressing the backspace buttong. I'm just going to let my mistakes happen. that's just so hard all you can think about is what a fuck up uyou must be if you're feeling this emotional about such tlittle things. Seriously.

I wish people would just fucking tell the truth more often. People, being Atlas. I wish he would stop trying to fucking please everyone else and just tell people how he really feels. I wish he would admit if I'm annoying him right now, or if he's worried about something someone's doing. JUST PLEASE FUCKING SPEAK UP. It's okay. Everyone will still just as much as they otherwise would. It will feel good too, I promise. No one's ever going to ask you what you want if they're so used to you never admiting what you want anyway.

And other people (Rachel, Peter, and probably more) just need to stop being fucking fourteen. Sex isn't (usually) funny. Neither is child molestation or inscest. Just shut up and stop laughing. While we're on the topic of Rachel, let me just say this: You feel so incredibly fake to me, so plastic. It drives me crazy. You're constantly shanging who you are and what you think simply so that you can be freids with everyone. It's not worth it. That's why I can only really tolerate you in small doses. I'm sorry, I try to like you.