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I'm really fucking angry right now. from an entry I read on a friends page. WHAT THE FUCK... if a girl says she doesn't want to have sex... WHY CAN'T GUYS UNDERSTAND THAT? Are you fucking deaf? Are you fucking retarded? Would you want your little sister being treated like that? Would you want someone taking advantage of her? What would you do, if some guy had his hands down her pants, and you couldn't do anything about it. I KNOW WHAT THIS FUCKING FEELS LIKE. i'm so fucking mad right now. I am ungodly sensitive to things like this. Because I went through this shit for 3 fucking years. Another reason why I can't trust anyone to this day. FUCKK.
My ankle is fractured by the way. When me and Steve Meyer were running down Harvey Road.. I twisted the shit out of my ankle.. and I heard two cracks. Two days later it was all kinds of black and disgusting. I didn't think I did anything extreme to it though. So now I'm subjected to four weeks on crutches, and a shitty air cast. They said they can't do much, since I waited so long to see what the fuck was wrong with it. I'm in a crap mood. and I'm not excited about being on crutches. I don't know how to fucking use them. and it's ungodly annoying. seriously. I'm not in a good mood at all right now. No one knows the anger I had when I stood in front of Mark's house. I wanted to fucking shoot him. The only person I would ever consider harming. The only person I wouldn't have any fucking regret if I were to kill him. He destroyed my pride. I couldn't imagine this happening to someone else. It's fucking terrible. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'll just get sucked into depression. And I don't need that right now.
My ankle is fractured by the way. When me and Steve Meyer were running down Harvey Road.. I twisted the shit out of my ankle.. and I heard two cracks. Two days later it was all kinds of black and disgusting. I didn't think I did anything extreme to it though. So now I'm subjected to four weeks on crutches, and a shitty air cast. They said they can't do much, since I waited so long to see what the fuck was wrong with it. I'm in a crap mood. and I'm not excited about being on crutches. I don't know how to fucking use them. and it's ungodly annoying. seriously. I'm not in a good mood at all right now. No one knows the anger I had when I stood in front of Mark's house. I wanted to fucking shoot him. The only person I would ever consider harming. The only person I wouldn't have any fucking regret if I were to kill him. He destroyed my pride. I couldn't imagine this happening to someone else. It's fucking terrible. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'll just get sucked into depression. And I don't need that right now.