Peter, you are a fucking self-absorbed, defensive, angry douchebag. You are unpredicatable, and living with you is like skating on thin ice. I can't believe we've been roommates for this long, because you come home, blame all your problems on me and act like an angry bitch. You won't let me have anything - when I'm happy about something, you shit all over it. When i'm sad, you shit all over me. When I'm excited about something, you deflate me like a giant parade balloon that some little asshole shot with a bb gun. You are a bitter, angry person who cannot handle what she dishes out. The only feelings you care about are your own. Newsflash: the world is not conspiring against you. The neighbors are not being loud just to piss you off. The bus driver is not driving slowly just to make you late. NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU.
Get a life, Peter. Just get a life.
-Vicious in Vancouver
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