fuck you! you stole my energy!

Haven't slept in wait - almost 35 hours. Amazingly enough I wasn't even tired in the sense that I would fall asleept every next second as I was working the whole time at the layout of the yearbook. It s pathetic but a matter of fact that piranha cannot do something without making some art out of it. Ah, don't flatter yourself old bitch, - buh, hum, you know....in my case it turns out to be a real economical problem. In terms of time, energy, ....
I have to add that I can easily do sth like that every now and then. No Problem, if you just SHUT THE FUCK UP and don't waste my time and energy!

This bitch is monumentally big in being a complete asshole. She needs to edit her movie on one of the TWO computers which we use too and aaargh, too much detail here. She just tries to make me a bitchy asshole too, blaming me of rediculous things, in the end we are competing whereas we should be colleagues!!!!I can fight powergames. I do. I am strong. I will spit in your face, no I won't I still keep a certain level of dignity but my words spit into your face. I hold the energy up against you. You feel it, you cannot fuck with me....And I just wanted to tell you bitch, that you shouldn t fucking waste my energy. you stole it. i would have carried on like that and would have bene able to work through another night to actually meet that fucking deadline for the copyshop if I could have used my energy for that and not for argueing with you and having to bear your fucking stressy vibes. fuck you bitch!....... but our fight showed that i am not mature at all. i yell back. i am furious. and waste energy.
after you were gone I broke down and cried, felt so much reminded of those old bad days when I was a kid and we had every day a fight like that at home. When I d come home from school and walk up the stairs to our flat in the third floor with every step my legs grew heavvier and my heart did so too and in the end I didn't even feel like coming home anymore. These were tough days in which I thought I simply forgot how to laugh, I mean, laugh really really...Like a kid, from the heart. Much later I always wondered what the fuck was so difficult about these times, I mean, I dearly love my family, all of them, I honour and appreciate my parents a lot, I love them, I do! So what was so bad about it? Why did I back then genuinly think that it would break my heart, that it would make me depressed? I couldn't figure that out, dear Ms. Permanent PMS, until today.

So thank you, thank you that I finally realized what it so stupid about arguements like THAT (absolutely wasted and not worth the time and effort) and how much they hurt because taking energy away. TONS of energy.

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no i don't know either h0w that comes.
aargh.
there wouldn't have had to happen much until I would have punched you lady. you egomaniac paranoid.
period.
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