Images of broken light

which dance before me like a million eyes...

I've given up. Call me pathetic or any other name in the book, but here:

I'm tired of people taking my ideas as their own. Something that I've recently told them about, or even years back, has suddenly become "their dream since (insert years here) ago and am now just fufilling it." Bull. Shite. I'm also tired of people taking what millimeter of self-style I have. Seriously? Just get your own shite and wear it, stop taking mine. And my ideas are mine; that's why their my ideas, do you understand that? People have taken my way of dressing, piercings, ambitions, opinions and mannerisms and chewed them up, buried them in the ground, take your pick of metaphors for "disliking." And now they've up and taken them. What the hell? Bloody hell, at that. Are you all fucking serious? You could at least notify me that your done thinking for yourself and allowed me to think for you. I couldn't have gotten a notice?

I'm also quite sick of caring about everyone but no one seems to give a fuck about what I'm dealing with. It's not that I don't like helping people, trust me I do, but it would be nice for people to care every once in a while; take my thoughts into consideration for a change.

I'm done.
I'm not telling people anything.
I'm not helping anyone.
I'm not expressing my opinions furthermore.
I debating on just not talking to anyone and high-tailing myself to some country no one can pronounce. Yes, I think that's what I'll do.

Riddance.