I think I've become a bitch.
Like, I don't know. I have a lot of toxic feelings these days.
Like how I don't want anybody to fucking talk to me sometimes.
Or like how I think some people are soooooo fucking stupid.
Or like how I just fucking hated/loved the look on Kelly and Kevin's faces when they found out I went to a college party and whatevered it up. But fuck. Seriously. I was kidding around with Kevin, but Kelly looked like, fucking worried for me or something. Kevin took it better. Kelly. Fuck. It's actually hilarious. It's so goddamn hilarious. I mean, I like her, she's cool. But god, her face. She seemed so disapproving and just... fuck. Whatever. So many whatevers.
Also fucking people on fucking tumblr saying that people are perfect or whatever shit that's fucking hilarious. Nobody's perfect. And fuck even Benedict Cumberbatch, the man that I would do anything with isn't perfect.
Fuck Marta thinks I'm an alcoholic that's glorious. It's because all she ever hears from me is stuff about alcohol or whatever but that's because she doesn't hang out with me in any other context anymore, she's not here goddammit Elyse and Marissa know I'm not. Goddamn, people. Fucking people. I'm becoming a bitch, I just know it.
Fuck people. God, I don't want to be a bitch.
But I am so past caring about what people think. I'm in a goddamn rebellious phase. See all the swearing? I mean, there's no other time that I get to do this, really.
I need to start taking notes again. At least on social situations and shit.
Like how I don't want anybody to fucking talk to me sometimes.
Or like how I think some people are soooooo fucking stupid.
Or like how I just fucking hated/loved the look on Kelly and Kevin's faces when they found out I went to a college party and whatevered it up. But fuck. Seriously. I was kidding around with Kevin, but Kelly looked like, fucking worried for me or something. Kevin took it better. Kelly. Fuck. It's actually hilarious. It's so goddamn hilarious. I mean, I like her, she's cool. But god, her face. She seemed so disapproving and just... fuck. Whatever. So many whatevers.
Also fucking people on fucking tumblr saying that people are perfect or whatever shit that's fucking hilarious. Nobody's perfect. And fuck even Benedict Cumberbatch, the man that I would do anything with isn't perfect.
Fuck Marta thinks I'm an alcoholic that's glorious. It's because all she ever hears from me is stuff about alcohol or whatever but that's because she doesn't hang out with me in any other context anymore, she's not here goddammit Elyse and Marissa know I'm not. Goddamn, people. Fucking people. I'm becoming a bitch, I just know it.
Fuck people. God, I don't want to be a bitch.
But I am so past caring about what people think. I'm in a goddamn rebellious phase. See all the swearing? I mean, there's no other time that I get to do this, really.
I need to start taking notes again. At least on social situations and shit.