||[Dec. 9th, 2006|06:27 am]
You know what....
I'm tired of being the one that people come to with problems. I'm tired of being the person that everyone walks over, assuming that I don't have any problems at all, and can just coast right through and save them from their own stupidity. I'm tired of being the one that HAS to save people from their own stupidity.
Miss R, for example: please stop bothering me with your fucking problems. I don't care if this is the THIRD scare in the past THREE months that you might be pregnant. Talk to your boyfriend and the fact that you refuse to use condoms cause 'sex isn't as good' with them. Tell that to the fact that you won't get on birth control for some bloody reason. Talk to someone who isn't on the verge of dropping into complete poverty and mental depression and doesn't have a shit ton of problems of their own to deal with right now. And for fucks sake, I don't give a shit if your boyfriend 'Would never hurt you.' If he says 'If you're pregnant, I'll hit you in the stomach' THERES A FUCKING PROBLEM THERE.
Grr. Argh. *pant* *breathe*
I think I'm going to find out if the counseling center is open during the break >.