My Rant is:
You inconsiderate ass...
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We're on different shifts. You ask me to write you a note on the kitchen counter or on facebook at least or to leave a message on the answering machine so you have an idea of who I'm with and where I am. When it comes to you on the other hand, you never consider me. It's 7 am, there's nothing open and you're gone. Not a note anywhere, not a voice message and you've left you're fucking cell phone. So it's ok for me to worry and not you? I come home and eat shit cos you don't know where I've been but as soon as I say something when you come home, you'll say something along the lines that I'm jumping the gun and it's really not true. I expect to be treated the way I treat you.
It's been two weeks that we've moved into our new place and you promised things would change but you've been treating me like shit. You laugh at things that are serious and if it doesn't affect you then it doesn't matter. You want it to be "us"? Fucking act like it.
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