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Guys don't get it, do they. I'm not usually a bitcher, or a whiner; I don't like to complain. But something that really bugs me is how insensitive men can be when it comes to little things. Taking things for granted just pisses me off, I mean, if they mean even a tiny bit to me (same with people). Like not answering my bloody text, or taking ages to answer 'k'. And may Satan throw his flaming arrows at the motherfucking person who created the "seen" thing on Facebook. That drives me wild, it makes me want to climb up walls when I KNOW you've seen what I wrote to you, and you just don't give a shit. BITCH I SAW IT, YOU LOOKED AT IT. And when it's a cute thing I write, like 'oh I was thinking of you' or whatever cheesy crap my mind thinks and my fingers type when I'm in love, and you just fucking LOOK OVER IT and DON'T ANSWER THE BLOODY MESSAGE it drives me out of my fucking mind!!! CONSIDERATION, PEOPLE. So then I get all hooked up at these little details that YEAH, THEY MATTER. And I get in a bad mood, and I avoid talking to you even though it is the hardest thing on this motherfucking earth. I like talking to you, you bastard. I like texting you just to hear about your day. I like calling you just to hear your voice. I miss you when you're not here. And DO YOU GIVE A RAT'S ASS??? Apparently not. So fuck you.