It's hard to put into words that sometimes you just need to scream into the void about something that continuously pokes at your buttons.
Why can't you just accept someone's flaws? Someone's imperfections and mannerisms? You want us all to listen to you, but you have to have something worth listening to. You want us all to act like you want us to but I'm not seeing you act any better than others in this scenario. I'm the fixer, the middle man, the janitor, and the therapist to this whole situation and it's fucking exhausting. I want to be happy to, I want to better myself in my own capacities and angles. You just want an assistant with enough time to help you.
If I wanted to be stuck with someone who took on projects they knew they couldn't handle and get mad at anyone not helping I'd still be back where you found me.






































