This war needs to end and I am sick of the fucking stalling and the fact that unresponsive people that have a large amount of my hard earned money are the one's lagging at this point. it's not about me, it's never been about me, it will never be about me. It's about him, it will always be about him, but when a so called professional takes over six months to do her fucking job and is stalling with excuses, and doesn't respond to phone calls. it's time for me to show my aggresive asshole side and deal with people the same way I feel that people have been dealing with me, I have bit my lip for far too long and waited pateinetly for four fucking years as of last week, the time for patience is fucking done, Finished. this is a war and i need to meet fucking people on that level, not on a level of politeness, not on a level of anything more than it is time to fucking deal with people at the level they are dealing with me. I'm fed up and angry and I am losing any pateince i may once may of had with the situation, this thing needs to end and needs to end soon because i am simply fucking sick of waiting anymore and doing the right thing... and when i fucking decide to do the wrong thing, Look the fuck out.
Current Mood: Angry, Tired.
A story. A man fires a rifle for many years. and he goes to war. And afterwards he comes home, and he sees that whatever else he may do with his life - build a house, love a woman, change his son's diaper - he will always remain a jarhead. And all the jarheads killing and dying, they will always be me. We are still in the desert.
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