posted 2006/07/23 at 16:45
Can I just state for the record right now how fucking sick and tired I am of always trying to do the right thing?
I've certainly done the wrong things in my past more than I care to remember, and I can't say that I necessarily do the right thing every time in my life now, but I try. I try to be the good person, I try to always put the needs of others over my own trivial needs.
What the fuck has it gotten me, though? When my friends don't turn on me when they realize how much of a pushover I am, I end up doing something to freak them out (accidentally, never on purpose), and everything winds up going to shit anyway.
I realize that being the good person is supposed to be its own reward, and that I will likely be rewarded for my actions in the next life, but fuck it, is it too fucking much to ask for a little reward and recognition in this life? Huh?
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