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Jul 16, 2008 23:01

fuck my mother

she was telling me about how sick she was of listening to me complain. she was like you complain about school and you complain about portland.

1. you are the one who calls me EVERYDAY without fail and is all like what's up? how was your day? what'd ya do? if you're gonna call all the time and ask me how my day went, i'm going to tell you and if i had a shitty day i'm going to tell you so if you don't want to hear it, here's a novel idea, stop calling me.

2. maybe you havn't noticed, but i've had a pretty shitty year. first of all, i had my first experience with truly toxic friends. i felt like i was living in mean girls for about six months. second, crew, which has been my life in college, proceded to collapse around me. thanks coach, you're a bitch and i hate you. i hope you're glad that while you were FUCKING ME OVER you were also fucking the entire team. i hope you're proud that you are the coach of one of the most consistantly losing teams in new england. step the fuck down so we can make room for a coach who actually notices athletic ability and talent when it is right in front of their face because, lord knows, you can't.
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