you'd know if it were about you

[flamingsword]

I am bored. And I have a headache, have had since 2 pm. Let's have some fun with this, shall we?

Because I am a screw-up, but nobody wants to admit that they like that, they have to get upset with me like they did not, in fact, know that I was a screw-up when they got into this. So from now on my friendship comes with a price: you admit that I am going to fuck things up and quit acting all suprised. For my part, I will be trying to resist my impulse to restructure your brains into something I consider working order. I accept your right to fix yourselves and your own problems, even when you're obviously not going to, and you respect my inevitable foray into human fallibility. Do we have a deal?

And while we're here, do realize that my ability to accept your failings does not mean that I am able to not say anything about it. When I am sure and I know that you have enough evidence to be sure as well, I will say something to you. It will hurt, and probably be unpleasant on both sides. Realize that I can not remake this part of my nature to be convenient or comfortable for either of us.