you call me a baby for being tired after taking sleeping pills so i can avoid being awake. you relish the chance to laugh at stories about me being drunk, to humiliate me at every opportunity in the cause of a good story. i go along with it. shit, maybe i'm a glutton for punishment. but the second i light heartedly say anything in return, even in my own defense, then it's too far. i'm somehow the worst person ever.
i'm done.
i'm done.
downedcity:
sounds like this person has a personal issue to work out. I wouldn't worry about it.
einglaswein:
cheer up, buttercup 