Keep off my lawn

I know I'm probably one of those people who seem to hate everything. I hate this, and that, this, and that. But I know I'm not one of those people who go all emotional over stuff and even threaten to slash their own wrists (I'm so past that stage). It's just that I really have anger management issues which I'll be talking about in another time, because this time, I'm talking about my issues regarding territory.

Yes, I am very territorial. I don't want people invading my personal space without my permission nor do I want them to touch my belongings, again, without permission. I'm a selfish person, I admit. I believe that what's mine is mine, and what's yours is, well, yours. So just keep your dirty feet off my lawn. Ok? 

So what if people move my things or invade my personal space without my permission? Sometimes, I just hold everything in and give whoever the offender is some mercy by not reacting to the offense. Sometimes, I breathe fire and give that person the worst treatment I can ever give to a carbon-based organism. But this time, no, I'm not going to take this sitting down because it concerns one of the things (or people) I value the most--my boyfriend.

I often throw jokes about people. I often link them together, too. But I only do that when applicable. When exactly? When both of the people I'm trying to pair up are uncommitted, available, and SINGLE. Seriously, my boyfriend is MINE. I'm not jealous or anything. I've seen who you guys are trying to pair up with him (nothing to worry about, really). It's the consideration you are not giving to ME, as his girlfriend, that pisses me off. BIG TIME. The fact that you know he already has a girlfriend and that he has been committed to OUR RELATIONSHIP for FIVE FREAKIN' YEARS should be enough to send you throwing jokes in the other direction. 

I seriously want to give ALL of you a roundhouse kick to the moon. 

Magkita-kita na lang tayo sa Paskuhan, suckers.