Damn Phone.

Okay, I really hate how people constantly borrow my phone. I mean, yeah, it's fine if you take it for a few moments to play, but then it becomes all you ask for from me. *sigh*

Also. It is senseless to borrow it during class. Why? Because how the hell can you use it? You can't listen to music, you can't use the apps. What the fuck. What, you're gonna risk getting it confiscated? Not wanting it to be confiscated or damaged is not a sign of being materialistic, as you so love to label me, but of knowing how to set your priorities straight. I've got the responsibility of keeping my phone out of harm's way, because my parents spent a hell lot of money on it for me.

And another thing. FOR ME. ME. That is not SELFISHNESS, that is barely hinting at possessiveness. It's OWNERSHIP. It is MINE, which means when I ask for it back, I have the right to get it back. "What's mine is yours," is not necessarily literal, you know. It means you share, you borrow, but you GIVE IT BACK WHEN I ASK FOR IT BACK.

And another thing. Why bother hanging out with me anymore if you're just going to ask for my phone and play it the whole time we're 'together' anyway? What the fuck?

You know what? If you want a phone like that so much, go get one yourself. You're always stating how you're so fucking rich, right? I'd like to see you go out and buy one. Just to spite me. See how shitty you feel when people around start deviating from "Sup?" to "Phone! Borrow phone!"

*sigh*

And it does not help that you equate laughing to happiness. Just because I laugh, does not mean I am happy, or in your terms, "happy enough to laugh." It means something was funny, and that I am not an apathetic, indifferent freak.

And you know what? It really ticks me off when you ask what's wrong, and I answer, and your answer is "So?" "I don't fucking care." or something along those lines. Jeez. If you didn't care in the first place, why would you ask?

Oh, right. To spite me. Which you just love doing.

Screw this.

~ frustrated.