I really, really, fucking hate it when some puerile being hops along, decides to use my computer, then shuts some of my windows down.

Even more so if I am watching movies.

I also hate it when people mess with my HTML code, or install a virus scan, or deletes my files, however frivolous they are. I hate it when someone decides that, 'Oh, I can't type when it's placed too low.', then move the keyboard to suit their own preferences, damaging the keyboard while doing so.

Seriously. I don't give a flying fuck whether you are a secretary, a CEO or an executive, and supposedly 'know more' about technology. Sure, I don't know Javascript, I don't know how to use some of Microsoft Office tools, but I am the one who painstakingly installed the speakers and fixed the keyboard, even with my father's help.

If you don't know anything about fixing things, THEN DON'T FUCKING MOVE THEM, YOU PARASITE-RIDDEN MAMMOTH FROM THE ICE AGE.

(I don't know if parasites can survive in those dangerously low temperatures, but now's not the time to dwell on Science. Shut up, nerd, or I'll have you drawn and quartered.*smiles nonchalantly as if I hadn't just made a death threat*)

Now, if you want to use the Internet when I'm away from the computer, that's fine. It's cool. But close any of the programs without my permission, delete any file(s), check out my poetry without permission, use my running Internet Explorer page to access another website, then closing it, you will be sweating cold sweat if I ever get my hands on you, and transport us both to the medieval times.

ROAR. Angry.

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I really hate it when someone close to me needs much pressing just to disclose simple details. I also hate it if they act nonchalant as if nothing matters.

WELL FUCK YOU.

Don't lie to me. Don't deny your wrong. If you did something wrong, or youmare part of something, admit it. I hate people who twist their intentions behind the words, masking it with pleasantires and fake smiles.

If I need to see fake smiles, I'll just switch on the TV and watch a drama. I don't need you to act as if everything's fine. I don't need you to keep what you're thinking from me.

Because I'm so emotionally thick, I can't guess. Just tell me outright.

Perhaps it's the distance, or something else. It wasn't easy to start, but it's easy to let it slip through our fingers, until all that remains are memories, which will fade.

So hard to remember, yet so easy to forget.

I hope you know who you are. Stop running away.

Or maybe it's me refusing to move along.