Joke on me?

I don't understand it when people don't let you borrow their stuff. I'd let you borrow something of mine if it weren't imperative that I needed it. I'd save you if you were drowning. I'd feed you if you were starving. I wouldn't live for you though, in the great theme of The Fountainhead. As long as you aren't a little free-loading punk about it, I'd do anything for you. I'm not gullible or too passive. I know when to say, "Fuck off." I've been hostile ever since I had that dream about getting in a fight with my cousin. I wonder if I was actually kicking and punching in bed. That would have been funny. Anyway, there are just a lot of things I hate. I am now going to my sister's choir concert. Later.