Me: "Go change out your shoes."
Her: "..."
Me: "Go change out your shoes......Ivette, go change out your shoes. Go change out your shoes >|"
Her: "Do we have to?"
Me: "Yes."
Her: "Fine."
FIVE MINUTES LATER - she's not changed out.
Me: "Ivette, go change out your shoes! NOW!"
Her: *gives dirty look* "No."
Me: "Why?"
Her: "Cause I don't want to."
Me: ... "Why don't you tell me that from the beginning, and I might now bug you."
Her: "I did!"
Me: "No you didn't. I told you about five times, and you never said shit."
Her: "Ugh, what ever."
Me: *rolls eyes and walks away*
What I wanted to say:
"Shut the hell up, 'I don't want to,' is just an excuse. Everyone else has to do it, so so do you. Besides, you don't see me committing suicide because I don't want to be alive. You see me sucking it up, so get over the fact that your had a 'bad and emotional' day again. You're over emotional."
Blah.
Women.
They piss me the fuck off.
Oh, and yeah, is it bad I think so lowly of some of my friends? Probably. Whatever.
Did I mention that I'm going to fucking fail this Saturday? And fail my test on Thursday? God. I don't even know why I try putting effort in this team that's falling apart and is barely hanging on at the seams, or rather, the last few stitches that are left.
Mmmm.
TITS.