Spare time feelings. Quick thoughts. Doodle on your hand and a painting in the sand.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
what the fuck.
you've got something to say, say it to me. Don't fucking walk around like a fucking priss and talk about me behind my back. And definitely, definitely, do not fucking start rumours about me. Did you ask me if it was true?? Did you talk to me about the situation to confirm your facts?? Oh wait, they aren't facts - because they never fucking came from me!! (truth be told, they never fucking happened, either.) You stupid people. You really make me sick. You really are pathetic like everyone says. Congratulations - you've turned away yet another person. Good job! You should get a gold fucking metal for being stupid and fucking pathetic - live in your own fucking world of make believe and he-said she-said bullshit. I hope you are proud. You should be. Lies and rumours take effort to form and spread - good for you that you got the ball rolling.
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Good god. I'd hate to be on the recipient end of this one.
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