I'd like to forget myself, just for an hour.

I want to forget what it's like to be me, have all the duties and responsibilities I have, leave behind all the complicated things and the people, too.

I am aware that what I would like is too much to ask for.

I have (re)learned that I much prefer Missy Martyr over Miss Moron.

Dying

"It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent; I'm dying to live without you again."

Reinforcement

This.

All this drama just reinforces my point: I'm done. There's just too much dependence on everyone else and it's healthy for me at this point.

Sometimes I just want to shake people and tell them that they are not perfect themselves. Would they listen? Probably not. Would it make me feel better? A little, I imagine.

Seriously, some people need to grow the fuck up.

Missy Martyr in particular. Just because everyone else thinks you're fucking perfect doesn't mean that I do. And using the phrase, "When you get in trouble later," makes you sound like you're six, not in your twenties.  If you don't like something, quietly voice it, don't be rude and barrel over others. It makes you look immature and it pisses people off.

I know it makes you feel good to be right all the time and to have all the attention on you (no matter how much you deny it) but sometimes being a part of something means to work with people, not dictate or bully. That's a lesson you better learn quick before you lose all your friends.

She is among the reasons why I am pulling away. I'm sick and tired of some of her shit, like randomly punching me or putting me down for no fucking reason. So, Missy Martyr, when I'm gone and you're wondering why, go think back. If you're still stumped, you're stupid and blind.

This is me being the grown up. I'm done, I'm out. Sayonara, bitches.