blame it on my childhood.

i hate confrontation. i love responsibility but hate grasping for it. the dream is nice but paying for it is miserable. i love conflict when i know i have the one-up. i love passion and feeling things and taking care of pretty much everyone if they are deserving of it. i hate bullshit and beat-arounds (snicker) though perverted jokes amuse me. distraction sucks and so do lies and horrible intention. it's going to blow the fuck up in my face but i don't care; i have work to do. i'll see you in the morning. i'm tired and my stomach is empty.