How DARE you
you truly are the Devil Bitch
How dare you. How dare you spring this shit on me now. How dare you come up and tell me "oh, I'm still in love with you" after I specifically, and in no subtle means, told you that unless whatever you have to say directly involves PCN, I do not want to hear it. You realize you jeopardized the show BIG TIME because I am sorely tempted to drop the class to get away from you.
How the fuck could you? and I know it's not just me. Rommel is really annoyed because he doesn't want to deal with your shit. Yab is freaked out because you kissed him on the neck. Venus flipped because you bit her. Tommy hates it when you touch him. I'm sure Paolo is uncomfortable when you're around. You have no regard for anyone's boundaries, you invade everyone's space, you burn yourself with your cigarrettes and flaunt it in class. But when there's an exercise for the class where someone might have to touch you, you take yourself out "because you're uncomfortable with it". You refuse to socialize with most of anyone. and you wonder why the fuck people treat you different. Even at the pool, Samii doesn't like you because you had a picture of her cousin and claimed that she was your cousin instead. Lena and Brianne are creeped out by you. Bridget despises you with a passion because you turned her friends against her, but she's too nice and is civil as possible. Leslie said she felt sorry for you because you are so fucked up.
I don't know where the hell you get off trying to turn me against half the people. Saying they treat me different because I'm white, or because I don't know enough of the culture. You don't know what the fuck I know. And when I include myself in whatever is going on, no one treats me any different than anybody else.
You're right, you don't belong here. Not because you're not Filipino, but because you made an active choice not to become part of the PCN family. You told Core you were taking a minimal role in PCN because of your mom's alleged job situation. and then you turn around and get angry when val or tiff or jess do things without you.
and last of all, just... fuck you. fuck you for telling everyone we were dating, when you know damn good and well that we weren't. fuck you for holding me, and everyone else, hostage emotionally, saying you cut yourself when I upset you. that makes you a terrorist in a sense. fuck you for all the drawings you gave me, because I felt obligated to be nice to you, when I didn't want to deal with you. fuck you for all the lies and stories you're going to make up and have made up. fuck you for having the nerve to ask me not to play a song for God knows what inane reason, because I will play it when I want to... and if you don't like it then you can leave. fuck you for taking advantage of my kindness and my compassion, and because of you, it will probably take a damn long time for me to fully trust anyone I am in love with. Fuck your Core portraits because most of who I talked to about it feel weird when you're around. I never gave you permission to draw me, so if you make one of me, I will do everything I can, including legal action, to get it removed or destroyed. If you ever touch me again, I will get a restraining order.
You always wanted to know how I feel, and now you do. I have never hated anyone in my life, but I hate you. Every cell in my body finds you repulsive and absolutely disgusting because of all the damage you've caused to my friends. Most of the people you claim as friends are not because you have hurt them, or invaded them or not respected their space. Can you honestly say you are any better than your father, for what he supposedly did to you? I don't believe that story any more either.
I will be as civil as I can if I am forced to work near you for the rest of rehearsals and the show, but as soon as that curtain drops, it's fucking over, and I will only be too glad to never see you again for the rest of my life.
How dare you. How dare you spring this shit on me now. How dare you come up and tell me "oh, I'm still in love with you" after I specifically, and in no subtle means, told you that unless whatever you have to say directly involves PCN, I do not want to hear it. You realize you jeopardized the show BIG TIME because I am sorely tempted to drop the class to get away from you.
How the fuck could you? and I know it's not just me. Rommel is really annoyed because he doesn't want to deal with your shit. Yab is freaked out because you kissed him on the neck. Venus flipped because you bit her. Tommy hates it when you touch him. I'm sure Paolo is uncomfortable when you're around. You have no regard for anyone's boundaries, you invade everyone's space, you burn yourself with your cigarrettes and flaunt it in class. But when there's an exercise for the class where someone might have to touch you, you take yourself out "because you're uncomfortable with it". You refuse to socialize with most of anyone. and you wonder why the fuck people treat you different. Even at the pool, Samii doesn't like you because you had a picture of her cousin and claimed that she was your cousin instead. Lena and Brianne are creeped out by you. Bridget despises you with a passion because you turned her friends against her, but she's too nice and is civil as possible. Leslie said she felt sorry for you because you are so fucked up.
I don't know where the hell you get off trying to turn me against half the people. Saying they treat me different because I'm white, or because I don't know enough of the culture. You don't know what the fuck I know. And when I include myself in whatever is going on, no one treats me any different than anybody else.
You're right, you don't belong here. Not because you're not Filipino, but because you made an active choice not to become part of the PCN family. You told Core you were taking a minimal role in PCN because of your mom's alleged job situation. and then you turn around and get angry when val or tiff or jess do things without you.
and last of all, just... fuck you. fuck you for telling everyone we were dating, when you know damn good and well that we weren't. fuck you for holding me, and everyone else, hostage emotionally, saying you cut yourself when I upset you. that makes you a terrorist in a sense. fuck you for all the drawings you gave me, because I felt obligated to be nice to you, when I didn't want to deal with you. fuck you for all the lies and stories you're going to make up and have made up. fuck you for having the nerve to ask me not to play a song for God knows what inane reason, because I will play it when I want to... and if you don't like it then you can leave. fuck you for taking advantage of my kindness and my compassion, and because of you, it will probably take a damn long time for me to fully trust anyone I am in love with. Fuck your Core portraits because most of who I talked to about it feel weird when you're around. I never gave you permission to draw me, so if you make one of me, I will do everything I can, including legal action, to get it removed or destroyed. If you ever touch me again, I will get a restraining order.
You always wanted to know how I feel, and now you do. I have never hated anyone in my life, but I hate you. Every cell in my body finds you repulsive and absolutely disgusting because of all the damage you've caused to my friends. Most of the people you claim as friends are not because you have hurt them, or invaded them or not respected their space. Can you honestly say you are any better than your father, for what he supposedly did to you? I don't believe that story any more either.
I will be as civil as I can if I am forced to work near you for the rest of rehearsals and the show, but as soon as that curtain drops, it's fucking over, and I will only be too glad to never see you again for the rest of my life.