Current mood:	disappointed
Current music:	Hero // Enrique Iglesias

Dear Victor,
It seems I just wasted an hour of my time trying to get through to a rock. At the start of the conversation all I had wanted was an answer from you on several things. One of the things I wanted answered was why you seemed to never consider mine or Khitan's point of view. I felt comfortable in knowing nothing crap would come out of it, but it soon extended into something I hadn't really expected. Time went on and you seemed to grasp what I was saying but failed to execute it into your brain in a way that would allow you to see things from my own perspective. On and on we went in circles with you conveniently repeating yourself, causing me to, in a way that tells me that you fail to consider maybe what you think isn't always right. You continued to assume I was argumentative and implied that I mean to insult people when many a time I stated that speaking my mind and voicing my opinion to people who irritate me is not, in fact, attacking, but it depends on the person as to whether or not they see it as such. I expect people to take what I say in their own way and to act accordingly, as I don't control people. If I did I'd do my best to erase the years of living in a society that has long festered in the notion that bottling things up is the right thing to do.

Being a person who hates to exercise futility, I left. Everything you said only reflected the inane idea that I myself was in fact wrong, or at least that you were without any shadow of a doubt, right. As we went over it depends on an individual's perception of right and wrong. You were given the opportunity to prove that you are capable of doing anything other than focusing on what you think is right and while you're forcing your views on me without giving me air to express my own, you're labeling it as helpfulness. Forcing yourself on me is not helpfulness, and I find your extreme lack of consideration for the thoughts and views of others to be disturbing.

You constantly preach to myself and Sammy that because of who we are we will have bad luck in things when in fact, being eighteen yourself, you have yet to begin actually living. Knowing nothing about us, you make the assumption that how we act around you is how we are all the time. From where I'm standing that is insanely wrong of you. Whatever we may be, at least we accept that which is coming from other people instead of smothering it in our own ideals and feeding off the support of the mindless and equally smothering tadpoles that choose to look up to our illusion of magnificence. Due to all the evidence I think I can safely say that you are full of bullshit and need to take a lesson in social skills, because at the rate you're going, it's not mine or Sammy's life that will be hard. It'll be your own.

Signed,
The Deeply Disappointed, Treiss.